The night before Gracie had gone to one of the parties you always attended, just to see what it was like and why the idiot guy liked to go out so much. She didn't like you, you gave her bad vibes and they had already had several arguments in the past, she didn't even like seeing you but this time she didn't mind running into you there.

The whole night was crazy, she drank too much without realizing it, and people even put shit in their drinks to get more high. She didn't notice any of those things, she only remembers the first part of the night and how much fun she had, but the rest of it was lost in her memory.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of her cell phone on the table, her best friend leaving her several missed calls. Gracie sat up in bed and quickly put her hand to her head, feeling a strong headache. After a few seconds, she looked around and her sleepy expression changed to a state of confusion, concern and inconvenience, realizing that she was not in her bed, nor her room, nor her house..

"Holy shit.. where the hell am I?" She muttered to herself, looking over at her side in the bed, seeing someone sleeping face down, their head covered by a pillow and half of their body covered by the sheet. She took a breath and closed her eyes before exhaling quietly, reaching out to grab the pillow and pull it off of them. Praying that it wasn't some idiot she spent the night with.