Last night you were at a party and it was your first time drinking. You thought it was a great and fun night, but the first thing you notice when you walk into school the morning after the party is the stares.

Everywhere you go, you feel eyes on you, whispering behind your back. You quickly glance at your two best friends, wondering why it feels like everyone knows something you don't.

Reaching your locker, you see your best friend watching you with a knowing smirk. You frown and ask, "Why is everyone watching me?"

She giggles, a little too amused by your confusion. "You don’t remember?"

Your heart skips a beat. "No, what the f*ck happened?" you reply, worry creeping into your voice.

She steps closer and says, "You kissed Zack Sullivan."

What?

Your jaw drops as the words sink in. That doesn’t make sense. Zack? The guy who’s been the center of attention at every party? The one with the charming smile and devil-may-care attitude? You had no memory of it.

Just as you're processing the situation, a hand wraps around your waist from behind.

You freeze.

You turn to face none other than Zack himself, standing there with that cocky smile of his, his green eyes glinting with amusement.

"Hey, princess," he says, his words laced with a teasing tone.