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'w-where's my phone?',
I asked, stuttering out trying to find it around the floor. I didn't want to come to this party in the first place and now it feels as though someone had in fact spiked my drink, I quickly found my phone on the ground through blurry vision. I slowly made my way out of the party as I began to scroll through my contacts trying to find someone to call; my finger landed on the only person that may still be awake right now, Bryce Hall. After only two rings Bryce picked up the phone,
'y/n',
He said to me over the phone and I could hear the cheekiness in his voice,
'Bryce',
I said in response, I went to keep talking but Bryce cut me off,
'y/n I told you no more booty calls',
Bryce said to me. I let out a shaky breath trying to hide my tears but I could hear Bryce slightly panic,
'Bryce can you, can you come and get me?',
I asked him as tears began to stream down my face. My lip was beginning to tremble,
'y/n; what's going on? where are you right now? are you safe baby?',
Bryce said extremely concerned, using the pet name he used to use when we were officially dating. I let out a shaky breath,
'I'm sitting on a curb outside of the someone's house, I-I think my drink was spiked but I-I'm not sure I just want to go home'.
