CHAPTER Thirty Nine Is He Still Attracted To Me?

　　Elena's POV.

　　I groaned as I tossed around, my hands searching everywhere for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

　　"Drake," I murmured, trying to balance my sight, but he was nowhere to be seen.

　　I let out a hiss as my head pounded, the pain making my eyes water. I bit my lips, trying to calm myself down. I must have drunk too much, I sighed.

　　As I slowly sat up, the room began to spin, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I closed my eyes, trying to remember what had happened the night before.

　　Flashes of memories came back to me - the bar, the alcohol, Drake's face... and then, nothing. I must have passed out, I thought.

　　I opened my eyes again, looking around the room, trying to remember where I was. It was my room but I helped but wondered how I got here? I threw off the blanket and I was in my nightmare. With a sigh I picked up my phone and dailed Marcy's number.

　　"Hey, big head," she greeted me.