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whisper. Sam’s face tells the story rumbling around inside me.
    “You must have been drugged. It was in your drink.”
    “I was drugged.” My feet suddenly stop pacing and I freeze on the spot. “Shit.”
    “Yeah, Dakota . . . shit.”
     

 
     
    “Let’s go over this again,” Sam says when we get back to my room and have closed the door.
    “We’ve been going over it for the last half hour. I can’t remember anything else.” I sit cross-legged on my bed, and Sam sits opposite me.
    “Reece went and got you the drink.”
    “Yes,” I confirm.
    “And did you have some straight away?”
    Scrunching my eyebrows together I try to recall what happened that night, step-by-step. “I’m fairly certain he handed it to me, then Lindsey said we should dance. I put it on the table and then, Jordan and I went out on the dance floor.” My hands are going through the motion of accepting the drink and putting it on the table. I’m staring at the corner of the bed as I replay what happened from my clouded memory. “Yeah, that’s what happened.” I look to Sam as she’s watching me closely.
    “So, Reece handed you the drink. He got it for you? And you said at the park Levi went with him. And you didn’t have any of it before you went to dance.”
    “Yep, that’s right.”
    Sam takes a deep breath, the right side of her mouth pulls up in an agonizing grimace. “Something’s not right, Dakota. It’s off, like weird, you know?”
    “Tell me about it. Reece gave me the drink, but Levi was with him.”
    “Yeah, which means they’d be in it together if it was one of them.”
    I balk at the thought of either of them doing anything like this. “It makes no sense, why would Levi do this to me considering I was going to have sex with him.”
    “Did you tell him you wanted to wait, like you said you were going to?”
    “Yeah, I told him in the limo on the way to the prom and he was understanding. Well, he was kinda pissed to start, but got over it quickly.”
    “What about Reece?”
    “What about Reece?” I repeat the question to Sam. “Reece is super sweet, there’s no way he’d do this.” Frustrated, I jump off the bed and pace around my room. “Listen to us. We’re trying to accuse everyone, when it really could’ve been anyone.” Suddenly I stop and turn to look at Sam. “Oh my God, Sam. What if it wasn’t meant for me? What if it was meant for someone else?”
    Sam shakes her head. “How many times have we watched the news to see a girl’s been attacked, Dakota? Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing and targeted you specifically.”
    I begin pacing again and there are a million thoughts running through my mind. “Crap.”
    “What?” Sam looks at me questioningly.
    “If what you say is true; if it was a targeted attack, then who’s to say it was a student? It could just as easily have been a teacher.”
    “A teacher?” She scratches her chin with a look of absolute disgust on her face. “But that’s . . .” She shudders and grimaces. “That’s seriously messed up. Ugh.”
    “I’m thinking about a specific teacher.”
    Her gaze is fixated on the corner of my bed then slowly she lifts her eyes to meet mine. Realization quickly sets in. “You mean Mr. Collins?” I nod my head. “You can’t go saying things like that about a teacher, Dakota.”
    She’s right I can’t but something about Mr. C isn’t right. “I know, I know,” I sigh. Taking a huge breath, I go and sit beside her on the bed. “I haven’t looked at my phone since Saturday night. Maybe I should see who’s tried calling and messaging.” I get up and go to the nightstand where my phone is still plugged in and charging. “Damn it, Sam, I don’t want to look at this.”
    I hold my phone in a feeble attempt not to buckle under the pressure of what might be on it. “I’ll do it,” Sam offers. “There’s nothing on here that can shock me. So . . . I’ll do it.”
    “You know what I’m scared of,