Could It Be? (A Sam Woolf fanfiction)

Chapter 31

When we got to the house, the music was so loud, and we weren't even inside the house yet.

"God, why is the music so loud?" I asked as we got out of the car.

"Because its a party, what do you expect? Have you been to one of these before?" she asked as we linked arms.

"Ya, but not a lot."

When we got inside, there were a ton of people, and it smelled like sweat and alcohol.

"Ew, it stinks in here," I said as we walked through the crowd to I think the kitchen.

"You'll get used to it," she replied.

When we got the kitchen, there were red cups thrown all over the place, and it smelled heavily of beer.

"What do you want to drink?" asked Emily as she walked over to a table. She pulled out two red cups. Oh.

"Um, I don't drink," I said, backing away. Emily frowned.

"Fine, I'll get you some fruit punch. I'll be right back." and she left. I was alone in the kitchen except for a few drunk seniors who I think are in my math class. All of the sudden, someone bumped into me.

"Hey watch where you are go-" I stopped myself from talking. It was Lou, and he was so drunk.

"Hey! Your Alyssssa right?" he slurred. I backed away from him as he walked closer to me.

"Ya, um I think maybe I should go," I said and tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"What's the rush? You just got here. We have all night," he took another drink from his cup then threw it on the ground. I was starting to get nervous.

"Really, just leave me alone." I said an walked away. I looked around for Emily or Kat. I really felt like I shouldn't be here.

"Hey Alyssa! There you are!" I turned around and saw Emily. She handed me a red cup.

"Here's your punch. Are you sure you don't want something else?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure." I took a sip of my drink. It didn't taste at all like punch, but I kept drinking it.

"Hey, can you go get me some more of this?" I asked Emily. She smiled,

"Sure, I'll be right back."

30 minutes later...

I have had 6 cups of whatever that was, and I was feeling kinda weird.

"Emily, I don't feel very good," I told her.

"I know-I mean, maybe you should sit down." she said, directing me to a couch. I sat down, and felt worse. I was feeling dizzy.

"Liss, what's wrong?" asked Kat. Kat? Where did she come from?

"I'm fine," I said, although I wasn't. My head was throbbing of pain.

"Maybe I should drive you home," she said. And that was the last thing that I heard someone say before everything went black.

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"Are you sure she was just drunk? I mean, she seems like something else is wrong with her," someone said behind me. I think I know where I am, it seems like I am laying on my couch. But how did I get here, the last thing that happened was the party, and...

The party.

There must have been something in my drink, because I can't open my eyes, let alone move at all. The voices kept on talking, and I think that they are coming from my mom and Kat.