I WAKE UP TO AN OVERPOWERING headache and a worried-looking Tiffany. Pushing to a sitting position, I look around my bedroom with wonder. How did I get here?
“Oh, thank heavens you’re okay,” Tiffany says, coming towards my bed. “I was getting tired of lying to your folks. Told them you were busy selecting your modules for next semester. I think they’re getting suspicious. It’s been several hours.”
“What time is it?” I ask, my voice coming out in a croak.
“It’s almost two in the afternoon. You’ve been sleeping since Asher brought you in last night.”
“Asher— how?”
“I called him after I found you passed out on the couch upstairs. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Passed out? What do you mean?”
“David, the guy you were dancing with, he drugged your drink. They caught him trying to do the
