a/n: It's my bday tmr lolz. Anyways there's lots of tea in this chapter enjoy!

Liv French's Point of view

I wake up sweating. I had another nightmare, about going back to rehab. Stretching my arms, I look around my room. My alarm clock reads 7:30 am, it's still dark out. Looking down at my clothing I notice I'm wearing clothes I've never seen before, strange. I'm wearing a blue, red, and white kappa kappa jacket, and baggy light grey sweatpants. Getting up from bed to see where Casey is. I spot a body on the floor. Thinking it's Casey but once I get a better look it's not my friend. It's a boy.

"Hey, you get up!" Yelling in his ear to make known he isn't welcomed here. He's not even a boy I go to school with or recognize him at all.

"Jeez, one sec Debbie...Oh wait you're not Debbie," the boy says standing up staring at me. Wait. His face looks familiar.

"Wait where do I know you from?" I ask arms crossed.

"The guy from the bar last night, I'm guessing you don't remember," He answers. 

Now I'm putting the pieces together. Fuck I was drinking again. Why didn't anyone stop me? The last thing I clearly remember was taking shots with this guy and Casey. How could I be so stupid and drink, let alone bring a stranger home with me?

"Did we do anything last night?" I mumble quietly. 

I hope the answer is no, whenever things get out of control I feel helpless, fragile. Because when I drink, I drink hardcore. I go crazy.

"Not that I remember, which isn't a lot..." The stranger implies. Phew, that's a relief. But wait how did he get in? He steps closer to me. I take a step back.

"Hey! Stay back, my mom's downstairs," I state trying not to show fear.

"No need to be scared, I'm just grabbing my shirt," He croaked. 

Oh. That settles me a bit. Then I notice he isn't wearing a shirt as he said. He's much more muscular than I remember... I won't explain much, but I'll leave it to your imagination.

"Do you remember anything? Like why my shirt is off or why you're not wearing the red dress?" The boy speculated. He remembers my dress, must have made an impression on him.

"I have no idea, we must have blacked out. The last thing I remember was taking a shot with you and Casey," Gulping nervously. I've never had a boy in my room before, let alone spent a night with one.

"Same here," The strange boy responds, pulling his shirt over his head and hops in my bed making himself at home. Following him around to my bed, I sit down carefully not wanting to interrupt him.

"Are you sure? You're the one who poured the shots, maybe you remember what you put in them or-" I start saying but he cuts me off.

"Hey! I didn't drug you! If anything you drugged me," He scoffed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Did your girlfriend drink? Maybe she could tell us what happened," Suggesting proudly of my idea.

"Debbie? She's my fucking sister, NOT MY GIRLFRIEND," He makes known while putting his hands behind his head.

"Can you call her or something?" Practically begging him. I hate blacking out, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking my 'demon' took over my body.

"Can't. My phone's gone," He grunts. He's still lying there like he doesn't have a care in the world.

"Well I'll just check mine then, I'll see if there are any pics, videos, or texts that will help," Pulling out my phone and unlocking it. 

First, I check texts and I notice a convo I don't recognize:

XXX-XXXX-XXX: Whore

Me: Who are you calling a whore

XXX-XXXX-XXX: U bitch

Me: don't be jealous I stole ur man

XXX-XXXX-XXX: U fat slut

Me: Fat? That's your best roast? Body Shaming, wow ur low. 

XXX-XXXX-XXX: Ur dead.

Me: Awww are you gonna cry to ur daddy? Boy, you have daddy issues.

XXX-XXXX-XXX: I'm not a boy...

Me: Are you sure bc I can smell your body odor thru the phone and you fucking smell like a dude who just finished football practice. 

XXX-XXXX-XXX: U think ur so funny, huh?

Me: No I just don't let immature babies try to roast me!

XXX-XXXX-XXX: Have fun today, bc it's gonna be the last day ur alive

Me: Uh do u need to be put in a mental asylum? I'm genuinely curious

XXX-XXXX-XXX: NO! I don't like it when FAKE bitches take my boyfriend

Me: U have a bf? Wow I'm surprised

XXX-XXXX-XXX: Yes I do! And your the just the sad hoe he cheats on me with

Me: Um are you sure you have a bf not just a figment of your imagination?

XXX-XXXX-XXX: My name is Dominique, and I'm coming for you Liv...

"What the fuck is this," I say in disgust. Handing the phone to the stranger in my bed.

"Oh fuck, not Dom..." He replies with. So he's the boyfriend? But we didn't even do anything! So this girl needs to chill out.

"She's fucking crazy, lock her up!" I spit out. 

I'm not scared, I'm never scared. Not anymore. I mean the worst happened to me. My dad died, and that was my greatest fear. Death doesn't scare me anymore.

"I'm not even dating her!" He says standing up, he then starts pacing back and forth like it's going to solve our problems.

"You need to talk to her! She seems really confident she's going to kill me," saying back to him.

"I will, I will..." He agrees, handing back my phone. 

This boy is still pacing back and forth, probably thinking about what he's going to tell this girl to stay away from me. He then hands my phone back to me.

"I'll look at recent calls, DMs, and pictures now," I mutter, telling myself what to do.

Opening Instagram DMs I don't see anything unusual, except a convo between me and Casey which seems a bit odd:

Me: Bruh where are you skjdh

Casey14: You're so drunk you can't even type! I'm back home wbu

Me: I'm not drunk kaldkhj! We're at the hotel

Casey14: Well have fun, I'm picking u up at 9 am. Be ready.

*play 'chains' by Nick Jonas*

https://youtu.be/0IiEGJ2CKD8

Swiping out and then opening Snapchat. First I see my recent chats with people. Nothing really unusual. Then scrolling down Leo sent me a chat:

Leolikeshockey: 🖕

Hmm, that's weird. Leo and I haven't talked in a while. I wonder why the change of heart. Then with a flick of a finger, I go into my memories, there's nothing new. The only stuff I have in there is pics of me and Casey getting our hair done.

"Uh, there's nothing here!" I burst out in annoyance.

"Check your eyes only!" Noticing that that boy is still here, and he's back to lying down.

"Good idea,".

I put in my password(which is my birthday), but what I see is horrific. Feeling my mouth drop open, then quickly swipe out to see if I had posted this anywhere. FUCK! On my main Snapchat story, I posted this picture. There are over 200 screenshots on my story. Swiping again to see what anyone else has posted on the discovery page. To my utter horror, nearly everyone I have on this app had posted this photo too. So this is it. Social suicide. How it feels to be canceled, to have your life ruined. No wonder why that girl called me a hoe.

"What's wrong?" The stranger in my bed says rolling over and peering at what I was looking at. 

He seems to care a lot for someone I only met last night. Hell, I don't even know his name and we took this photo together. I'm disgusted. How could I do such a thing, even being drunk? I thought I changed since last summer, but this proves I haven't.

"We kissed," I stutter in terror. 

And it's true we did kiss. Because what lay there before our eyes was a photo of me and this boy kissing on hundreds of people's stories.