Evanna Austen a freshman in college, starts out her journey with her friends. After successfully passed out her freshman year she was ready to began her second year more than ever, with the friends she loved. Everything was going fine until her unco...
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I enter the class before taking frequent breaths to calm myself down. I exhale loudly before walking inside only to find students but not him. My eyes scan the big room but he isn't in here. Sighing in defeat, I walk to my seat and greet Drake morning before pulling out my notebook. I know Liam always comes late but I was hoping he was sitting already and I could see him to figure out his mood.
Just then the man himself, I was wondering, enters the class making my stomach flip, wearing black from top to bottom, looking his usual self. I look down quickly and pretend that I am busy. He passes from my side and I raise my head just in time to glance at him. He too looks down, taking me off guard by sending a warmest smile I could ever get from him. My heart instantly flutters and I find my lips twitching into a smile. He walks somewhere behind leaving me shocked and somewhat happy. Shocked because this is new, him smiling at me and happy because he acknowledged my presence. He didn't ignore me. He was serious when he said he wanted to be my friend.
"What's gotten into you?" Drake asks beside me, bringing me back to reality.
"Nothing." I smile and tug my hairs behind.
"Then why are you smiling like a lunatic?" He narrows his eyes at me.
I roll my eyes. "Can't I smile with no reason?"
"Yes you can only if you're mental."
I scoff at his words. "Oh, please. You are the one who was blowing my ears off with your hangover stories." I tell him. Yesterday he called me to ask what the professor taught us. Instead the conversation went to his drunk adventures.
"At least I wasn't telling you about what I saw in Alex room of Crystal-"
"How many times have I told you to not feed my brain about their that stories." I hiss. He always bluntly says things about Alex and Crystal life just to annoy me. He knows I don't like to hear stuff related to what they do in private.
He laughs.
"Fine. But seriously, yesterday's hangover was a bitch." He groans.
"Then why did you drink that much?"
"I don't even know when I was in my fourth one until I found myself calling Alex. I couldn't even walk by own." he says.
"Silly." I shake my head and suddenly a question enters my mind. "Drake. When you first tried alcohol did you remember everything you did?" I ask.
"Mostly. I didn't drink much but it was enough to lose my senses. I remember bits of scrap but in the morning the night dawned."
"Did you feel sleepy after you drink?"
"Sleepy? What did I drink cough syrup." he rolls his eyes.
"Of course not. After it, I felt wild, energetic. I was doing crazy things, craving for it but sleep was nowhere until the effect of alcohol went down. It was mostly because I got tired. Anyway what's with hangover questions?" He asks.
