Chapter 5
Tomorrow, I sat up, but I wasn't feeling the usual bounce from the mattress. I was in the middle of the campus. I actually woke up to the sound of laughing. Last night, after eating all that chinese food, I was really thirsty. I asked Sarafina for a drink of water. She got me one, but, now that I think about it, it took a lot longer then just putting a glass under the sink and giving it to me.
I tried to get up, but my head swam. I looked down at myself and barely recognized that I didn't have my fuzzy pants and tee on anymore. I actually had what looked like lingerie on. I looked back up at the laughing faces, feeling myself sway on my feet.
"Look!" a boy shouted. "She's drunk!" I took a few steps, but almost fell. It's then that I realized what Sarafina had done to me. She had drugged me, took my clothes off and traded them for this garbage, and dragged me out here, to be found in the morning.
"Savannah!" I glanced to my left, steadied myself, and realized it was someone I didn't recognize. It was a girl with curly brown hair that was faintly scarlet, and big brown eyes. She was pushing her way through everyone to get to me. She looked faintly familiar, but I couldn't place it. She held her hands out to me and I took them gratefully. "Where's your dorm?" she asked, hiding me from all the onlookers. I told her, and she dragged me off.
Once we got there, I realized I didn't have my key. I had left it at Sarafina's. I looked up at the girl and smiled sheepishly. She sighed, set me on my feel, reached in her back pocket, and got a key, opening it for me. She helped me inside, and sat me on what I told her was my bed.
"Who are you?" I asked weakly.
She smiled at me. "Don't you remember me?" she asked. "We went to grade school together. We were best friends."
I looked up at her, realization dawning on my drugged up mind. "Mariana," I said. "It's really you!"
She smiled. "Yeah, S," she said. "It's me."
Mariana and I were best friends in grade school. We did everything together; went to concerts, had sleepovers, made fun of people, the whole shebang. Then she moved right after eighth grade. She tried keeping in touch with me for freshman year, but we grew apart. I never did forget her, though. Who could forget their first best friend?
I gave her a hug and laid back on my bed. "Your classes," she said. "When's your first class?"
"One," I said. "At one."
She smiled. "Mine too!" she said. "We're going to be such best friends. Again."
We shared a laugh and she walked over to the bathroom, coming back with pain killers. Mariana screwed the cap off, poured a few in her hand and gave them to me, along with a glass of water.
"Eat that and get dressed," she said. "I mean, I know Sarafina hates you, but really. Did she have to do that? What a bitch."
I looked up at her after choking the pills down. "Wait, where did you hear that Sarafina hates me?" I asked, my head clearing slowly.
Mariana nodded. "Yeah," she said slowly, like I was an idiot. "She tells everyone, all the time." I could see red, literally. I thought we were friends! That dumb, asshole, bitch!
I stood up, my head almost completely clear. Whatever she had given me muct not have been that strong. "What an ass!" I hissed. I walked over to my cubby and got a pair of basketball shorts and a tee. "I'm going to take a shower so.. you can leave now.. or whatever," I said. After I did, I realized that was really rude, and sent her a small smile.
