The pounding in my head increased ten times more as I thought about what happened, and why was I here on Ale's bed once again. My neck itched. My hand was plastered with an ointment. That's when I remember what he told me. Oh Ale.
I wanted to go home. To my bed. I didn't want to stay here anymore. He was sick to think I'll stay here. Getting down from the bed, I stood up, just to feel dizzy, the moment my foot hit the floor. Taking a deep breath, I moved forward. I was in his plain white shirt with no bra and my pants I had on when I was drugged. But it didn't matter right now. I just wanted to get far away from here. Exams were right around the corner and I hadn't even started studying. I totally forgot about the prom as well. It was clear I would've been Ale's date if only he was not a
