Intoxicated

Seven

It was a single and stubborn ray of sunshine peaking through the space between the drawn curtains that finally woke me up.

At first, as always, I didn't have any recollection of the night before and was completely stunned when I felt a body beside mine.

Why wasn't I in my dorm bed?

And then it came to me.

Bri walking in on Dave and I in the dorm. Introducing Dave as my fake boyfriend to Bri. Him asking me to come to his place. The nightclub. Zac. The kiss! And then the room-

Dave stirred and my eyes immediately went to his face.

Without that cocky smirk or the angry scowl playing over his features, he looked so...so peaceful. Innocent, almost.

I wanted to reach up and touch his face but I feared that the moment I touched him, those eyes would open and the spell of the night before would completely be over.

Even if I did find that creepy room, we had danced to age old jazz and I'd been given glances of a very different side of Dave.

Speaking of different sides, I wondered what side of Dave belonged to that third room down the hall.

"That's all I can say. You've already seen the room, if you're trying to get yourself killed, then I'll tell you more but..."

That's what he had said when I asked him about the wound. Did he really mean it when he said that part about getting killed? He couldn't possibly have...right?

I recalled the dark and cold basement that I had woken up to just two nights ago and the men that seemed to work down there. I frowned, it was definitely a possibility.

Dave turned to his side and I could see his face completely. His hair was ruffled and no longer swept upwards, instead, it went every way possible. He looked so much younger. He looked like an actual college student and not some dangerous guy that had kidnapped me.

Yes. I thought to myself. There definitely was a Dave that belonged to that cold room. It was the same Dave that had chloroformed me and had dragged me around in that weird basement like place.

I was still staring at him when his eyelids fluttered open.

My breathing hitched when his sleepy eyes met mine.

I waited for him to say something. I hoped he would say something.

Especially because I had no idea what to do, let alone, say.

He blinked a few times and underneath the light of the morning sun, dimmed by the room's curtains, Dave's brown eyes looked like a honey brown.

"Get dressed." He grunted and then pulled himself up and off the bed.

My mouth dropped without thought. That was it?

He was just going to tell me to "get dressed" after that entire night?

"Don't you have school or homework or something? Get dressed and I'll drive you back to campus."

He barely glanced at me but I was still staring at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, mouth a little bit open and legs still wrapped in his sheets.

"Um." I began.

"Hurry up."

This time he didn't even look my way. Instead, he grabbed a nearby hoodie and left the room. I heard the door of the bathroom shut second after.

What the hell was that?

I had expected a "good morning" maybe even a "hey" instead of an order to get ready to go. Was this his way of kicking me out?