Lost and found

chapter 5- Liv: We did what?!

a/n: It's my bday tmr lolz. Anyways there's lots of tea in this chapter enjoy!

Liv French's Point of view

I wake up sweating. I had another nightmare, about going back to rehab. Stretching my arms, I look around my room. My alarm clock reads 7:30 am, it's still dark out. Looking down at my clothing I notice I'm wearing clothes I've never seen before, strange. I'm wearing a blue, red, and white kappa kappa jacket, and baggy light grey sweatpants. Getting up from bed to see where Casey is. I spot a body on the floor. Thinking it's Casey but once I get a better look it's not my friend. It's a boy.

"Hey, you get up!" Yelling in his ear to make known he isn't welcomed here. He's not even a boy I go to school with or recognize him at all.

"Jeez, one sec Debbie...Oh wait you're not Debbie," the boy says standing up staring at me. Wait. His face looks familiar.

"Wait where do I know you from?" I ask arms crossed.

"The guy from the bar last night, I'm guessing you don't remember," He answers. 

Now I'm putting the pieces together. Fuck I was drinking again. Why didn't anyone stop me? The last thing I clearly remember was taking shots with this guy and Casey. How could I be so stupid and drink, let alone bring a stranger home with me?

"Did we do anything last night?" I mumble quietly. 

I hope the answer is no, whenever things get out of control I feel helpless, fragile. Because when I drink, I drink hardcore. I go crazy.

"Not that I remember, which isn't a lot..." The stranger implies. Phew, that's a relief. But wait how did he get in? He steps closer to me. I take a step back.

"Hey! Stay back, my mom's downstairs," I state trying not to show fear.

"No need to be scared, I'm just grabbing my shirt," He croaked. 

Oh. That settles me a bit. Then I notice he isn't wearing a shirt as he said. He's much more muscular than I remember... I won't explain much, but I'll leave it to your imagination.

"Do you remember anything? Like why my shirt is off or why you're not wearing the red dress?" The boy speculated. He remembers my dress, must have made an impression on him.

"I have no idea, we must have blacked out. The last thing I remember was taking a shot with you and Casey," Gulping nervously. I've never had a boy in my room before, let alone spent a night with one.

"Same here," The strange boy responds, pulling his shirt over his head and hops in my bed making himself at home. Following him around to my bed, I sit down carefully not wanting to interrupt him.

"Are you sure? You're the one who poured the shots, maybe you remember what you put in them or-" I start saying but he cuts me off.

"Hey! I didn't drug you! If anything you drugged me," He scoffed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Did your girlfriend drink? Maybe she could tell us what happened," Suggesting proudly of my idea.

"Debbie? She's my fucking sister, NOT MY GIRLFRIEND," He makes known while putting his hands behind his head.

"Can you call her or something?" Practically begging him. I hate blacking out, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking my 'demon' took over my body.

"Can't. My phone's gone," He grunts. He's still lying there like he doesn't have a care in the world.