The first thing my senses picked up was the splitting headache I was having. It felt like someone was playing the bongo on my head and my head was about to burst open.
I don't even remember everything that happened last night. How did I even get to my bed? I tried to get up with my eyes still closed and my head pounded again.
Damn this headache!!!
I fell back to my bed. I didn't have any alcohol last night except the shots I took with Kenz, Tori, and Josh. Last thing I remembered was going to find the bathroom cause I was feeling really dizzy.
I closed my eyes trying to remember the exact details of the party......
**Kenz, Tori and I were all dancing......then Josh called us to have shots with him......after that, we continued dancing.....**
Something more must have happened. I tried to concentrate more.......yh, I remember......
**I was dancing with a guy. It was pretty okay till he tried to put his hands under my skirt. I ignored it at first thinking it was a mistake but apparently, he took it as an encouragement and hiked his hands up higher. I remembered that I slapped him and told him off......**
Bastard......
The guy smelled like pot. I wonder what he was thinking when he did that. Someone must have spiked my drink cause I only had coke. That explains why I was feeling dizzy and why I had an headache now.
Wait a minute.......my drink was spiked and I don't remember anything and now I'm on a bed. I sniffed the pillow.......this doesn't smell like mine.
I was drugged.......
I don't remember anything......
I'm on a bed that's not mine.......
Oh no!!!!
I jumped off the bed and scanned the room I was in. It's definitely not an hotel room cause I'm sure a regular hotel room won't be this big and an hotel room won't come with a bookshelf. Okay.....it's definitely a boy's room with the blue sheets and gray curtains. A huge poster of a football player throwing a ball was on the side of the wall.
Did I really go home with a total stranger? Uh-uh did I sleep with a total stranger???
"Isla, chill......it's not really a big deal." I muttered. I didn't even believe myself.
I freaking woke up on a guy's bed and it's not a big deal. I don't even know how I got there. What if he took advantage of me....??
Oh my God!!!!
I just noticed someone lying on the couch. He was lying on his stomach and his face was turned. I tiptoed close to him to have a look at his face but his hair was covering almost half of his face. I couldn't take it anymore and just pushed him.
He fell to the ground with a girly scream. I would have laughed if not for the situation I was in.
"What the hell!?" He yelled.
I recognized the voice. It was Carl.....
I sighed. Thank goodness.
"Oh, Isla you're awake."
"Yes, I am and I have a lot of questions. What happened last night? How come I'm in your room? You didn't try anything, did you?"
He went out of the room without answering my questions. He was wearing just a pair or joggers and did I fail to mention he's not putting on any top.

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