you were drunk, he was drunk either. what could go wrong? everything.

you dont know how and why, but you woke up not in your bed. after a five minutes of staring at the ceiling, you rubbed your half-opened eyes and looked around, realizing where you were. first, it wasnt your apartament. second, it wasnt your friend's apartament.

your pounding headache made it difficult for you to focus, but you noticed a sleepy form covered with a blanket next to you. and then you felt a grip on your waist, that tugged you close to that guy next to you. as soon as you took off the blanket from the guy's face, you realized who it was. fucking matt sturniolo.

not like you were complaining, no, not at all, but him? you didnt remember a thing from last night, and here you were. in one bed with him. you werent even friends, god, you both hated each other since you were kids.

you tried to get up, to leave while he slept, but when matt felt you moving, his grip around your waist tightened through his sleepiness. you were trapped, and not just it, you were trapped in bed with a person you couldnt stand the most.