Cole’s POV
“Allie?” I call her name as I walk into the bedroom.
She groans when I tap her cheek and kiss her lips, her eyes opening lightly. “What?” she croaks.
“The party’s still going. Come on.”
“But I feel dead.”
“Be dead downstairs.”
She huffs and sits up, way easier than my attempt. “My head hurts.”
I grab her a glass of water from the bathroom, and she sips it slowly while I lean against the dresser and reply to some messages. I intentionally ignore my mom because the idea of spending a full week with Allie complaining about the snow during a ski trip makes my right eye twitch.
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It takes her fifteen minutes to wash her face in the bathroom, removing her makeup altogether. I stay where I am, trying to remember what the fuck happened and why I’m still feeling so messed up. The longer she takes, the more ill and hungover I feel.
Which makes no fucking sense.
Did someone slip something into my drink?
“I don’t feel good at all,” Allie tells me as she leaves the bathroom looking like death warmed up. “I’m really dizzy.”
“Me neither.” I straighten and stagger, her body distorting through my vision. “We’ll go and see Samson and head to your dorm. I
have classes tomorrow so there’s no point in me going home.”
She wraps her arms around my waist and smiles up at me. It’s like I’m looking through a kaleidoscope and all I can see is her face in the dozens. “I’m glad we finally did normal couple things. I’ve missed you.”
I huff a laugh. “You tricked me.” Sucking on my bottom lip, I feel the tender swelling from being nipped. “You bit me hard.”
Her head tilts, and then she pulls me down to kiss her.
Maybe she was the one who roofied me? Would she?
When she reaches down to my soft cock, I pull back. “I think you’ve had enough. Come on.”
She rolls her eyes and takes my hand, both of us looking like death. “We slept for, like, five hours. I have no idea how people are still going crazy down there.”
Uncoordinated, we manage to reach the stairs, and she holds on to me tightly as I get us down each step, bumping into the banister as we go. She huffs and stops, placing her hand on her hip. “I didn’t drink enough to be feeling this way.”
I run my sweaty had down my face. “Me neither.”
“Do you think someone roofied us?”
I think she roofied me, in all honesty. It would make sense, and she could be putting on a show right now to make herself look
innocent. She isn’t exactly the good girl, and she definitely has the fucked–up nonexistent morals to drug her own boyfriend so he’d
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fuck her.
If that is the case, then I hope I came and she didn’t get a chance to finish. Serves her fucking right,
Did I at least wear a condom? Fuck, I don’t know. She’s on the pill, but that doesn’t protect me from her fucking around with others and transmitting some shit to me.
I take her hand and pull her the rest of the way, stopping in the entrance of the doorway. My eyes instantly find Blaise passed out on the sofa, and Samson laughing and taking a picture of Blaise while trying to balance cups on his head.
Something inside me snaps. “What the fuck are you doing to him?”
My friends stand tall. “Cole’s alive! Where did you go, man?”
I ignore them and go to Blaise, crouching down through my dizzy haze and knocking all the shit off him. Grabbing his jaw, I pry one of his eyelids open. His pupils are fully blown, bloodshot, and when shake him, he doesn’t show any response.
“He parties hard,” Keith tells me. “Mia left him here and went back to her dorm about an hour ago.”
Mom is going to fucking kill me if she finds out he’s in this state. Yeah, we’re not kids, but we aren’t exactly legally allowed to drink either. And if she found out? I’ll be shamed in front of everyone yet again and my stepdad will probably cut off all my funding for college.
I staff my phone in my back pocket and to Allie. “We’ll take him back to your dorm. His dad will lose his shit if he sees him like this.”
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