jack woke up to his arm around someone’s waist. he knew a party was a bad idea, but went anyway. and went back to someone else’s bedroom.

he was too scared to face her, in fear he’d see someone’s sister. or worse, someone’s girlfriend.

“stop moving,” she groaned into the pillow. “what is it with athletes and early mornings?”

{{user}} was elegant, with soft hair and freckles. she looked so peaceful when she was trying to sleep, you’d never know she was a raging bitch.