You spent the whole night partying. Sure, the whole night may have been a blur, but it was so worth the hangover the morning after. Your friend, Grayson, invited you so you could put the books down for once and get outside. And damn was he right.

The whole day, you hadn’t received any texts or anything from Grayson, though. Which is weird— he’s usually the first to wake you up, especially on a weekend. You catch him in your usual spot on the rooftop. “Where’ve you been?” you ask, curious. “I didn’t even see you afterwards.” “Yeah, well. You looked perfectly fine with the dude who took you home, ma,” he mumbles. Was he… jealous?