Intoxicated

Three

Dear diary,

I don't think the phrase "my life changed in one night" covers what happened to me. Long story short? I got kidnapped. Literally. And not the kid-friendly kidnapping you see done in the movies, I mean, knocked out by a cloth of chloroform and waking up in what seemed like a dungeon kind of kidnapping. It feels weird to even write down and wrong too since now I have an around-the-clock guard disguised as a boyfriend to make sure I don't say anything. Wait. Back to the adult-napping. So after spending, I gathered this only after I got back to the dorm, an entire six hours passed out in some kind of basement, I got yanked out of there by Dave. And no he didn't yank me out of there in the superhero, knight in shining armor kind of way. He yanked me out in the I'm-taking-you-to-meet-my-boss-don't-make-a-sound kind of way. I guess this could have turned out worse. But every time that thought crosses my mind, I wonder who sits around post-napping and thinks to themselves that they could have ended up worse.

He's here by the way. He's sitting at the foot of my bed and I'm almost tempted to kick him over so he falls off but I'm sure there's some kind of "security" backlash to that so I'm just going to sit here and write about it.

If I'm being honest though, I would definitely give that boy a 10/10 and would believe it if someone told me he was some kind of model. I also would 100% believe it if someone told me he was bipolar. The entire car ride was filled with mood swings - I either got a growl or a throaty chuckle.

I closed my journal as soon as I heard the rustling of keys on the other side. It was Bri.

"Shoot."

"Is that your roommate?" Dave asked, sounding very bored and very not worried that my friend wouldn't believe his "new boyfriend" act.

I on the other hand, jumped off my lofted twin sized bed and onto the floor so I could greet her properly.

I'd showered and changed into a band T shirt and some shorts so I could get rid of the smell of not only that weird basement but if Dave's cigarettes.

The door opened and Bri, with a pile of textbooks walked in.

"Bri!" I exclaimed.

The textbooks fell to the floor. Along with Bri's mouth.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, LYLA?" She exclaimed, stepping over the books and pulling me into a hug.

"I was so fucking worried that you'd gotten kidnapped or something! Or that you got drugged and-what if someone had taken you-Sam and I were going to call the police-"

Her eyes went to the foot that was dangling over my bed, then upwards to the face that the foot belonged to.

"Who are you?"

Dave gave her a smirk.

"He's this guy that I'm seeing."

"I think 'boyfriend' is the word you're looking, babe."

Bri's, hazel eyes widened and then I was being dragged out of the room - for the millionth time in the last twenty four hours, might I add.

Once in the hallway and out of Dave's earshot, she smacked my arm.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

"What the hell? You have a boyfriend?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I-uh-met him at the party-"

"So you were with him this entire time?"

Her hands made wide gestures as she emphasized the word "entire".