Intoxicated

Nine

When we had returned to the dorms, Sam had said something about meeting some of his guy friends from the football team to watch tonight's game which had left me alone with Bri.

Any other day and without Dave in the picture I would have been grateful to have some girl talk time with my best friend but I knew exactly what she would ask and what she would say so I was dreading the moment we were in our dorm room.

As soon as I had put down my bags and the door was closed, Bri began her interrogation.

"Are you okay? Are you happy? Something doesn't feel right about him. You're so quiet."

"I'm just tired that's all. I didn't sleep too well last night."

"Why?" She paused, widening her eyes and I immediately knew what she had interpreted my lack of sleep as.

"No! No not because of that. We just spent a long time talking and it was weird not sleeping here so I just didn't fall asleep for a while."

And Dave got stabbed and I had to clean his wound up for him and we kissed and I almost cried. I wanted to add. But I couldn't. Then I would have to explain everything and I knew that would only cause more trouble. Trouble that I didn't want my best friend to get involved in.

"It's just so weird that he's already you're boyfriend when you've known him for like - I don't know - a day?"

"I just feel like you're not telling me something- like something big!" She continued.

Like he was not actually my boyfriend? Like how we first met was not at a party but in some room of a creepy basement where I had been held captive?

"There really isn't. He's nice. He's good looking-"

"Lyla he's extremely good looking. He looks like a model." Bri said laughing.

I joined in and started to empty my bags.

"Are you staying here for the night?" Bri asked watching me take out last nights clothes.

I shook my head. "He wants me to stay over again."

She didn't reply right away and I glanced up at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were pulled into a thoughtful pout.

"You should be careful."

"Don't rush into things."

I nodded and smiled a big smile for my best friend.

"Thanks Bri, I know."

I wish I could tell you everything.

"You want to go to a Starbucks to work or something?" I said instead.

Bri nodded and grabbed her backpack.

"You have to help me with intro to biology, I'm freaking out because I don't know a thing about cells and you're a science geek and understand everything."

She said, linking her arm with mine and leading the way down our hall once we were out of the dorm.

"Okay but you have to help me with this literature class. I don't know a thing about poetry. Emily Dickinson to be specific."

***

At exactly eight o'clock my phone rang, vibrating loudly on the table. Bri didn't look up from her biology lab.

I didn't have to glance at the caller ID to know who it was. I could literally feel it.

"Hello?"