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Chapter 8: Curious Finds

I awoke to the sound of birds, not the eloquent peaceful ones you hear in the morning, but the annoying gawking ones who just don't shut up. I opened an eye, taking in the blank white ceiling surrounded by more white on white walls.

"Where the hell," I whispered, ripping the covers off of me to take in my surroundings.

Oh. My. God.

I was at Ryan's house, I couldn't even fathom the thought. My lips fell flat and my eyes nearly rolled back into my head, what even happened? My thoughts began to connect as little bits of last night began to rekindle. Basically it came down to, I had too much to drink (again) and I fucked up, I think. I remembered Ryan driving me home because I was talking to someone I probably shouldn't have...Bentler.

What was so bad about the guy? He was just some random dude offering to give us drinks, why did Ryan overreact? I could only assume it was because Ryan knew something I didn't, but right now, the answer was very unclear.

I looked around quickly with the mention of his name, where was he anyways? I flipped open my phone, finally realizing that I had about twenty worried anxious texts from my best friends. I put my fingers to the pad, typing out a short message to them all.

Me: I'm ok, slept at Ryan's. Tell you guys about it later.

I put the phone by my side, leaning back against the headboard in defeat. Before I could think myself to death, my phone buzzed.

Steph: What?! Are you serious? Mandie, are you ok? We drove all over looking for you last night, how did you end up at his house?

I exhaled deeply, boy did I have some explaining to do.

Me: Ryan drove me home last night, long story, but I'll meet you guys back at the apartment. Don't freak out? I swear I'm ok!

"Ryan?" I blurted, slipping my phone back down by my side. I looked to my left, eyeing my pants from last night. Before continuing my search, I jumped off of his bed and onto the floor. I slipped on my pants and wrapped up my hair, I had to find out where Ryan had gone.

I cracked open his door slowly, creeping step by step towards his living room. Before speaking his name again, my eyes landed on a small crumpled piece of paper, with a pair of keys. I walked a bit faster towards it, finally realizing there were words sputtered onto the paper.

Mandie, I went to take care of a few things and didn't want to wake you. Take my car back home and I'll meet you there later, I'll explain everything to you in time. But for now, don't speak to anyone about what happened last night, it will put you in even more danger.

I felt my stomach drop, this 'danger' word was starting to really mess with my mind. How was I in danger when I barely did anything? I was so confused about where to go right now, I almost just wanted to run home and tell the girls everything, especially Jessica.

I snatched the keys, finally realizing that I didn't want to be here alone anymore. I turned around in frustration, heading out to his camaro through the garage. The garage was dim and kind of spooky feeling as I approached, everything about this morning was starting to seem like a dream.

I jumped into his car and started it immediately, quickly hearing the subtle purr of the engine that I remembered from yesterday. Before I could process what had actually happened last night in this car, I backed out, making my way back home through his GPS.

Twenty minutes later and I was finally turning into my apartment complex, breathing a sigh of relief that I had actually made it home safely. I parked his car a few spaces down from our apartment, hoping that this could possibly throw off anyone that may come looking for his car.