Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 13

Emery Rose

Whatever was in that drink, it certainly wasn't agreeing with me.

As the effects of the drink began to take hold, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, accompanied by a growing sense of nausea that twisted in the pit of my stomach.

Could one drink really have this much of an impact? What was in that drink?

Oh my god.

Am I pregnant?!

The mere thought sent a surge of panic coursing through my veins, but I quickly dismissed it. Justin and I hadn't taken that step yet, despite his desires. It was a topic we had discussed on numerous occasions, but I wasn't ready to cross that threshold, and thankfully, he respected my decision.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising panic that threatened to overwhelm me. Focus. I needed to focus.

Anywayssss. Why are we talking about this?

As I scanned the crowded room, desperation clawing at the edges of my mind, I searched desperately for Justin or Leslie.. But there was no sign of them, no familiar faces amidst the sea of strangers. I felt a sense of isolation wash over me, as if I were adrift in a world that had suddenly become unfamiliar and hostile.

With each passing moment, my anxiety mounted, fueling the growing sense of panic that threatened to overwhelm me. Where were they? Why weren't they answering my calls?

I saw Dylan in a corner, making out with a blonde girl, their bodies pressed together as if they were the only two people in the room. Despite the chaos unfolding around them, they seemed lost in their own little world, oblivious to everything else.

How cute.

Im going to bother them.

I made my way towards them, and when im finally there, I tapped Dylan on the shoulder, interrupting their moment.

The blonde girl shot me a glare, her annoyance evident in the furrow of her brows and the tight line of her lips. Undeterred, I offered her a polite smile "Hi, nice to meet you" I said, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Dylan turned to face me, a guilty expression crossing his features as he wiped at his lips with the back of his hand. The unmistakable smear of red lipstick left no doubt as to what they had been up to.

"Where's Justin?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Dylan's response was hesitant, his eyes darting around the room "eh, I don't know"

My heart sank at his answer, the knot of worry in my stomach tightening with each passing second.

Where could Justin be?

"Do you need help finding him?" Dylan's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, but I brushed off his offer dismissively.

"No, no. Continue on... making out," I replied.

"Gladly," the blonde girl chimed in, pulling Dylan closer, but his hesitation was palpable, his gaze flickering back to me with a hint of guilt.