You woke up this morning to Mariana and Jesus going at it once again. Jesus is furious because of what Mariana did on Saturday, when she told Lexi's parents about her and Jesus having sex.
You decide to ignore them and go straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself some cereal, as Brandon sat there already eating some himself.
Callie came in shortly after, and you could tell that something was up with Brandon.
"Are you like not talking to me?" Callie asked Brandon.
And thats my cue.
You grabbed your bowl and went up to your room. You ate your cereal as you scrolled through Instagram. There were so many pictures from Wyatt's party.
As you kept looking, you saw one of you and Dylan. You were so drunk. You were drunk, but he wasn't. Obviously Dylan didnt take this, you look to see who did. You dont recognize the username, or any of the pictures on their account.
As you look through, you finally see a picture that rings a bell. It was a guy, the guy looked familiar. You tried to remember back to the party, but your memory was hazy because of how drunk you were.
You got to the party, you had your first beer, you danced with Dylan, you had your second leading to a third beer, you...you... Someone gave you a drink. You dont know what was in that drink but you know it wasn't just alcohol.
"Y/N! Time for school!" Mom yelled from her room.
"I'm coming!"
What does this mean?
Did he drug me?
Does he go to anchor beach?
You had so many questions, but you decided to push them aside for now. You had to make sure you didn't embarrass yourself in front of Dylan.
At school that morning
You searched around for Dylan. Conner found you instead.
"Hey, how was the party?" He asked.
"You don't want to know."
"Why? What I miss?"
"I promise Connor, I will tell you all about the party..later. For now, can you help me find Dylan?"
"Hey." Dylan said walking up behind you.
"I'll see you later." Connor walked away, leaving the two of you.
"Hey, I-uh, I just wanted to thank you. I'm really sorry for acting so..." You searched for a word.
"Drunk?" He chimed in.
"Yeah.. Anyways. Thank you, from the looks of it you really took care of me."
"No problem. What are friends for."
You walked to class together.
"By the way, do you still think my eyes are dreamy?" He asked.
"What?"
"My eyes. Are they dreamy?"
"What are you- oh crap. Did I say something on Saturday?"
"As I recall, you think my eyes are dreamy, and I'm "super cute". He chuckled.
"Oh my god. I can't believe I said that."
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