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My body shakes back and forth, vibrating over the springs in my bed. I groan, feeling myself wake up.

"Sarah?"

I grip onto my sheets, squirming between them.

"Sarah," the voice repeats.

I let out a loud grumble, refusing to open my eyes.

"Sarah, come on."

"Stop," I mumble.

"Baby, please."

Tyler. He's the only one who calls me baby.

I turn over towards him, opening a single eye just to conform my suspicion. Sure enough, he's crouched down beside me, levelling his face with mine.

"What?" I moan.

"Come with me"

"What?"

"Wake up."

"Tyler..."

"Please, princess. Come with me."

"What's that smell?" I grumble, noticing the odd scent in the air.

"Nothing."

It's weed.

"Go away, Tyler. You're stoned."

"Come on. It's important."

I sigh. "What's the time?"

"I don't know."

I look up at the clock on my nightstand. 3 AM.

"Tyler, I want to sleep."

"It's going to melt!"

"What is?"

"The ice cream. Come with me."

"Tyler, please."

Suddenly, he pulls my blanket off me, exposing me to the chilly air. I cuddle up in a ball, desperate to go back to sleep.

"Come on, baby."

Before I even know what he's doing, I feel my body being lifted into the air. I gasp loudly.

"Put me down!" I insist.

He laughs cheekily, carrying me bridal-style.

"Please, Tyler! I just want to sleep!"

He just chuckles. I grip onto his shirt as he carries me out of the room. With my other hand, I cling onto his bicep.

"Stop!" I beg. "This is dangerous."

He puts me down on the kitchen counter, lifting my back up so I sit upright.

"There you go," he says, pulling away from me.

"What is going on? Why did you wake me up?"

"I made you dessert," he pushes a cup towards me. It's a tall glass, filled with pink liquid and a white scoop of ice cream on top. It's leaking down the sides, forming a puddle over the counter. The whole kitchen is unbelievably messy. I haven't seen it this bad since the party. There's even a bunch of squashes blueberries on the floor.

"Tyler, it's the middle of the night."

"It's a strawberry milkshake!" he grins. "Your favourite, right?"

"Yeah, but-,"

"Taste it!" he lifts it up, handing ut to me.

"I don't know..." I hesitate. "What did you put in it?"

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