A Love Triangle

Chapter 3

I walk into a muggy room crowded with people. I have no clue how I got here, but I love it. This is my type of place. Alcohol is coursing through my body and I feel. Alive.
I enter a room painted a dark maroon and there is a simple white duvet covered queen bed. I automatically exit the room only to find myself coliding with another body.
" can I help you?" A creepily familiar voice asks. Not knowing anybody I declined that offer and fled the scene. I make my way into the kitchen and see more familiar faces, but me being intoxicated makes everything twice as hard.
So, I grab yet another drink and head to the sofa. Only to find that it is littered with couples eating off each others faces. So, I leave there too and I leave to get some fresh air.
I exit the front door and start to walk down a street. Thus probably wasn't the smartest move considering I didn't know where I was. Then, I hear that same voice.
" ummm, I wouldn't recommend going that way. The frat houses are down there and those parties are worse than these." He states like he knows everything. Heck, he probably does. So I turn around to continue the conversation.
" have you been following me because you were inside like four minutes ago." I say remembering our previous encounter.
" yeah, but you looked pretty hammered and I haven't seen you around before," this was sweet. No boy has ever cared about me this much. " I wanted to know if you needed a ride home?"
" yeah that would be nice, but I have no clue where I live." I state telling the truth. Its like I woke up in an alternate universe not knowing anything.
We walked back to the house in silence. Thus silence wasn't your usual awkward silence, but it was .....nice. He opened the door to reveal an empty house. None of the party goers were there. They had all left. I guess the party was done and everyone went home.
" you can borrow one of my t- shirts if you want, I don't think that outfit of yours would be comfy to sleep in." He stated pointing to my pink leather peplum top and black super skinny jeans. And yeah he was right. It was a horrible outfit choice.
I thanked him and headed to the bathroom to change and I washed off my makeup with some water. As soon as I headed back to the room he was watching t.v. on the white duvet covers queen bed. Oh shit. It was his room.
I walked over to the side and climbed in. I had no reason to trust him, but I did. I hopped in and before I knew it I was out cold.

"Ava are you up sweety!" I hear my mother downstairs yelling for me and then it hit me like a bus.

I dreamed it all, but it seemed so real.

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Author's note:
My question is who do you think she was with. And yes it was a dream. I hope I stepped it up from my last chapter. And comment if you want more dream p.o.v. Thanks and vote!