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Chapter 27

Amanda

Noah practically dragged me to his motorcycle before I could even process what was going on. Someone had shoved another red cup into my hand and I was thirsty, so I drank. When Noah saw the empty cup, he threw it to the floor and looked at me, holding six fingers in front of my face.

"How many fingers do you see?" he asked me with a funny voice.

"Six," I replied and he sighed.

"Three," he corrected me, "Will you be able to ride in my bike?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I slurred without even realizing it, "Wait, why are there two of you?"

"You're drunk," he stated.

"Really?" I asked, "Tyler is going to kill me!" I brought my hands up to my hair and looked around for my big brother.

"Come on." Noah stretched his long arm towards me and offered his hand.

"What?"

"I'm just gonna help you get onto the bike," he explained.

"Oh."

"Oh what?" he asked.

"Nothing." I stood in my place, unmoving.

"Are you going to move?" he asked for the second time, I think.

"Why?" I asked back.

"To get onto the bike?"

"Oh, right." I still didn't move.

"Come on, Mandy, my arm is cramping," Noah whined. I walked towards him as he looked at me carefully as if studying me. I looked down at his right arm, which was stretched just a few moments ago. I poked it with my finger and giggled.

"Is it asleep?" I asked and giggled again as I poked his arm in the same spot.

"Yes, now, can you get onto the bike or do you need help?" he asked as he moved his arm around.

"I think so," I replied. He nodded as I gave him my back and sat on the motorcycle, or that's what I thought I was doing. I fell butt first onto the concrete floor.

"Mandy!" Noah shouted as he appeared in front of me and examined me as he helped me stand, "Are you okay?" I was a heap of giggles as he made sure I was safely tied to him with his sweater. He slipped the helmet over my head and drove away from the frat house.

"Should I take you home?" he asked when we stopped at a traffic light.

"No," I replied, "Tyler's going to kill me and my-" I stopped myself before the words came out. "-my mom is surely sleeping."

"Fine," he agreed, "You'll be staying the night with me." I just nodded since I was subconsciously present. I felt light as a feather as we made our way through the mass of cars and trucks on the roads.

He parked in the parking lot of a small apartment and took me inside with him. We went inside the elevator and arrived to a door. He opened it and revealed a kitchen and a living room with a small TV. He led me towards a corridor in which there were three doors: the first one to the right was a bedroom with purple walls and matching curtains and bedding, I assumed it was Zoey's room. The second one was to the left and it was a bathroom, and the third door was at the end of the corridor. Noah opened the door to what I thought was his room. It was a suite with a queen sized bed and dark walls. The room was a mess, clothes thrown everywhere, papers all over the desk, piles of books placed randomly on the floor and just one framed picture.

A little boy with dark hair and blue eyes was there, next to a baby with the exact same features as him. A beautiful woman with black hair and green eyes was holding the small baby girl while a handsome man with dark blue eyes and blond hair had his hands on the little boy's shoulders. They were all smiling, even the baby girl. I couldn't help but smile as well.