Unspoken Words

III.

Flora's POV:

"When do you think she'll wake up?"

"Soon. I hope."

"But, what happened?"

"I don't even know. This guy, that we bumped into the store, the motherfucking asshole carried her inside."

"Do you think he's the one that drugged her?"

The voices kept getting louder and more clearer as the throbbing in my head grew more.
They sounded very familiar although I couldn't make out who the owners of the voices were. The light was too light as it was trying to blind me through my closed eyelids.

"Wait," I felt the bed creak, "You think she's drugged?"

That question rang loudly in my head. I was drugged?

The process of opening my eyes was hard. I opened my mouth slowly to say something, but nothing came out.

"Guys," Lowly I croaked out, "What happened?" My eyes fluttered open as I watched all of their heads snap towards my direction, worry written on their faces.

Niomi lunged towards me, wrapping her arms around me into her death trap called a hug. "Fuck. Thank God you're okay," She whispered before pulling back from the hug.

"You know," started Cara as she sat on the bed next to Ni, "We should be the one asking you what the hell happened."

Closing my eyes once again I slowly sat up, although that didn't help the pain that was throbbing in my head. Nope, it only made it much worse.

"Here," Sarah handed me a glass of water and small white tablet. "It will ease your pain."

I snatched the tablet, putting it in my mouth before quickly drinking it down with water and hoping it would work it's magic on me.

The girls decided to hit their beds because they have been waiting on me to wake up for hours. It was around 9am so I went to take a quick shower.

As I walked into the bathroom and slowly pulled off everything off of my body, I stood under the shower and let the warm water run down. The throbbing pain was slowly passing away which I was very thankful for. I checked my body to see if any damage was done while I was unconscious, but it was all good.

Once I got out of the shower I put on some leggings and a top. It was really sunny outside.
My stomach rumbled loudly. Deciding to go out, I grabbed my black leather backpack and threw it over my shoulder. Once I stepped outside my bedroom I was met with red cups and a total disaster. The mess downstairs was even worse. Before walking outside, I put on my sunglasses to shield my poor eyes from the burning sun.

The walk to the small coffee shop was refreshing, just what I needed.
Thankfully the shop wasn't full with people that I didn't wanna see. I ordered a jet black coffee and some breakfast. I sat on the furtherest table, away from all the noise. If I could hide in the walls, I probably would. That's how antisocial I am.

I took out a pen and my sketchbook from my backpack, and sat them on the table as I waited for the breakfast.
The thoughts were running wildly in my head about everything that's going on. It's hardly possible to stop the flow.
The bell of the coffee shop rang and I lifted my head up to see who's walking into the shop.

Holy Mother. Kill me now.

It was the raven guy from the store. Grimacing I look down and let my hair fall around my face as I kept tracing the lines over the familiar face I was drawing.

The presence of someone towering about my table startled me. My head shot up only to be met with a tall guy, whose intense almost black eyes were staring into mine.

"You know," that voice, "You should really count your drinks." He said with a smirk as he pulled the chair at the other side of the table and sat down in front of me, "Next time you won't have a Prince Charming to save you."

As that sentence left his mouth my eyebrows shot up in surprise, I slowly closed my sketchbook while looking at him, "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Last night. You were so pissed you passed out." He said with a chuckle.

And oh my, his freaking deep voice sent shivers down my back.

But what he said pissed me off. "Listen here, dude," I leaned over the table to look closer into his eyes, "I don't know who the fuck you saved last night, but it was definitely not me." With that I leaned back against my chair, "So tone it down, will ya?"

Another low chuckle left his mouth and it was his time to lean over the table as his dark eyes bore into mine, "A thank you would be nice, you know." He ran his finger over his jaw that was covered in light stubble. Rolling my eyes, I pushed the sketchbook into my backpack. "Goodbye, asshole." With that I stood up as I grabbed my backpack and walked fast out of the coffee shop.