The Sensorians: Awakening

wanted to go.
“I will set up a Whatsapp group for it, if you want.  Just pass me your numbers"  I suggested.
They all got their phones out, including Eliza, whose number I was really after.  Dullards were so fucking easy to manipulate.
Mission accomplished, I was keen to leave, but hung around the boys and had some banter with them for a while, trying not to pay too much attention to Eliza, or Eli as her friends all seem to call her.  She seemed to have gotten the message and was mostly talking to her girlfriends.  She certainly still was apt at reading people's signals I thought again, which boded well for her abilities.  It'll be a shock for her when she realises what she has been suppressing all these years with the medication she was on.  I hoped she would be strong enough.
I said my goodbyes with assurances to let them know the details of the festival and went to see Joe and his mates for a bit before I left the party.  I needed to have some time to think about the next stage of my plan.

CHAPTER 5
OMG I cannot believe I asked Zack to dance! I don't know what came over me, but I was definitely coming on to him! What was wrong with me! I loved Kas, what was I doing! Luckily Zack wasn't having any of it so that saved me from an argument with Kas.  Lovely as he was, he didn't like me chatting with other guys, unless we've both known them for ages.  He wouldn't stop me, but he'd definitely be in a mood for quite some time, which would then upset me.
Still, a little part of me was a little disappointed that Zack hadn't shown more interest.  I'd gotten the impression to start with that he was drawn to me in some way, but his actions had given a different message, so that was that.  Anyway, why was I even thinking about this.  I was happy with Kas.
Soon after Zack had set up this Whatsapp group for the Festival, he'd left, but our group had stayed till the end.  I loved that part of parties, where most people had gone and only the hard core was still there, chilling on the sofa.  We had a good deep and meaningful putting the world to rights, before helping Sophie clear up somewhat.  We walked home to get some fresh air, me cuddling up to Kas.
Having got home, I was lying on my bed mulling over the evening, not quite ready to go to sleep.  My face was twitching a bit, another sign I should talk to my doctor about readjusting the dosage as it seemed to be getting worse lately.  Mum would blame it on the alcohol though.  Still, I would ask her to make an appointment soon.  Then I drifted off to sleep.
A door creaks
Soft footsteps approach
Warmth envelopes me
A dark figure bends towards me
A sigh in my ear
I stop breathing.....
I woke up with a gasp of air.  Sweating again.  I really hated those dreams.  This one was different but they were connected somehow.  It was still dark outside so I tried to go back to sleep after a sip of water.  I turned my radio on to help distract me enough so I wouldn't dream again.  In the end I fell asleep, however, a very restless one.  Not surprisingly, I woke up with a bit of a headache and was glad I hadn't arranged anything this morning and could just hang around a bit.  I decided not to mention the headache to mum as she would start on one of her tirades against alcohol again.
I just came out of the shower when I heard my phone ping.  Probably Kasper.  I went to check it but it showed an unknown number, which aroused my curiosity.
Hi.  I have something to ask u.  Meet me @Copper Cafe for a coffee? I'll be there from 11am.  Hope ur hangover's not too bad.  Zack
That took me by surprise.  I didn't think he was interested in me yesterday.  Maybe he genuinely had something to ask, I thought a little naively.  I sent him a text saying I'd pop round there a little later.  It wouldn't hurt meeting him there to find out what he wanted, would it? I was kidding myself, I really wanted to go and see him and not only to satisfy my curiosity, but I stubbornly brushed that feeling aside.  It could do no harm popping in there.  I didn't even have to have a drink if I thought better of it once I was there.  I carried on getting dressed and stuck some wax in my hair, suddenly a little more preoccupied by what to wear and my appearance.
It was eleven o'clock and I started getting ready to go, when Mum put her head around the door of my bed room.
“Hi sweets, what are you up to today? Don't forget to fit a few hours revision in, please.”
She smiled as she knew I hated being reminded about the revision, but she always did anyway.  Couldn't help herself she always said.
“Just popping out for a bit.  Will do later."  I sighed.
I grabbed my phone and bag and made my way over to the cafe.
He was sitting by the window, casually drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper.  Who still reads a paper nowadays? My stomach lurched.  I nearly turned round and walked straight out.  But I couldn't, as he had clocked me already.  He stuck his hand up to acknowledge he'd seen me and I walked over, scanning the room at the same time to see who was there, as if I was doing something wrong.  How come I felt so guilty about this? I knew deep down why though.  I wasn't doing anything wrong...yet, but I was opening doors to roads that could lead to unhappiness one way or another.
“Hey Eliza.  Come over.  What would you like to drink?"