Chapter 36

**KAIA**

"Or you can thank him now." Amir piped up from the back, and I heard a door close a minute later.

Adrian remained expressionless as he walked past me and entered the room. I frowned and quickly turned around to see him again.

He placed the stuff on top of the table, and I finally got a good look at the purplish bruise on the side of his mouth. He suddenly looked up and our eyes met.

"You're in an awful hurry to leave." He said while leaning his back against the table and folding his arms together.

"I'm late for class." I answered with a small voice.

He nodded once and pulled his phone out from the pocket of his hoodie.

"What happened to your face?" His eyes immediately snapped back to mine.

"Nothing." He replied curtly.

"You didn't look that way last night." He slowly lowered his phone and raised his brow at me.

"So you remembered what happened last night?"

I glanced away to the side before shaking my head.

"Not everything."

"Well, I hope you do remember everything soon so you can realize how reckless and stupid you were."

His words pinched at my feelings, and I glared at him.

"I'm not in the mood for this."

I quickly left the room and closed the door behind me before heading back to my own dorm room to get ready, even though I'm already late.

**OoO**

"Dude, have you seen the video?" My classmate Ayla asked as we walked out of the classroom together after our class had ended.

"What video?" I replied curiously while rummaging through my messenger bag for my phone.

"Adrian and some guy got into a huge fight last night during the party. Apparently, Chad, the guy he punched was secretly selling this type of homemade candy to everyone at the party. It's supposed to make you feel high for only a moment and once it's over you'll be completely sober again. He was selling it to those that were already drunk last night and Adrian found out and confronted him. Chad ended up at the ER with a broken nose."

I stopped walking, all the information she was feeding me was quickly processing in my head and now, the pieces are all starting to fit in together.

So that's how he got that bruise on his face...

But that Chad guy, he's definitely the same person that put the same candy in my drink. And I remember Adrian walking off after leaving me with Nate, saying he had to take care of something.

Was that what all the fight was about?

Did he confront Chad... because of what happened to me?

"Do you know why he really did that?" I asked Ayla and she smiled.

"I heard a rumor that some girl he likes was one of the people that also got the candy and she was totally out of it. He found out and got mad and went after Chad."

Some girl he likes...?

No, that can't be me, right?

I don't....we don't...like each other that way. Like she said...it was just a rumor.

There's no way that Adrian would like me, enough to break someone's nose because they slipped a 'candy' in my drink that got me feeling more than high.

He wouldn't actually go out of his way to do that for me.

Would he...?

"Can I see your school ID, please?" The librarian asked with a hint of impatience in her tone.

I quietly reached inside my messenger bag to get it, but to my disappointment, it was not in the space where I usually keep it.

I frowned and quickly rummaged through my bag's contents for my ID, but I couldn't find it.

"Ma'am, if you don't have your school ID with you, I'm afraid I can't give you those booklets." The librarian said.

I stopped looking through my things for my ID and gave her a small smile.

"Can you just hold on to them for me? I'll be right back."

She rolled her eyes but nodded anyway.

I turned around and walked out of the library. My heart sank as I realized that my ID was missing. The most important lifeline I always have on me wherever I go.

The last time I remember seeing it was last night. It was in my back pocket, and I don't remember taking it out.

Also, the only reason why I even took it to the party with me was because we couldn't get past campus security without showing them our school ID first.

Oh God, I hope I didn't drop it somewhere at the frat house.

This fucking sucks!

I quickly pulled my phone out and started looking up on the internet on how to get a new ID done. My eyes widened in shock at the results.

"Ninety fucking dollars?!" I exclaimed out loud.

Are they serious? That's how much we have to pay in order to get a new ID done?

Jesus Christ.

I slipped my phone back in my pocket and sighed.

This won't do. I have to look for my ID or else I'm going to fail the test I'm supposed to be studying for tomorrow, but I can't do that because I need those booklets for studying.

The ones posted on the school website are not helpful enough, which is why I needed the actual studying materials from the library.

A sudden thought popped into my mind, and I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.

Great.

I guess my search will start there.

"You're back." Amir stated while his eyes were narrowed at me.

"I lost something, and I'm here to look for it."

I tried sidestepping him to enter their dorm room, but he instantly blocked me.

"It's not your virginity, that's for sure."

My jaw dropped at the audacity.

"What is wrong with you?"

He flashed me a tight-lipped smile.

"Everything. But in case you're wondering, we did not take advantage of you. You're neither our type."

I shook my head, pushed him aside, and ended the room.

"My school ID card is missing, and I think I dropped it somewhere around here."

"You think?" He replied sarcastically after closing the door.

"It was in my back pocket."

He rolled his eyes and moved towards the living room. I bit the side of my lip while quickly glancing around.

"He's not here, so knock yourself out." Amir said.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before gesturing towards Adrian's room.

I walked towards the closed door and opened it. To my surprise, the room was all tidied up and clean, and the last time I remember, it was nothing but.

I didn't really get a chance to see what Adrian's room looked like.

There was a huge poster plastered on the wall of some artists I've never heard of. Colognes and body sprays littered the top of the dresser standing from across his bed.

He seemed to like the color midnight blue so much because it's within the details. Like the color of his bed covers, the few accessories on top of the nightstand, the study lamp, and also the shoes on the floor.

I snapped myself out of the distracted mode and started looking under the bed first for my ID card.

"Eew." I scrunched my nose up in disgust when I saw Vaseline, a pair of socks, and a hockey stick under the bed.

I gingerly pushed the items aside to look around more carefully. But there weren't many things under here, and my ID card was not among them.

"Found what you're looking for?" A familiar voice asked from the doorway, and I quickly looked up.