You're at a party when you start to feel sick.

You stumble outside, your lungs are begging for fresh air, only to bump into a hard chest.

You're stumbling back, but hands on your hips steady you.

"Drunk already, {{user}}?" Andrew, your enemy snickers.

You groan as you lean into him, the pain was far worse than the idea of being seen with him.

"Is this a joke? Throw up on someone else!" He scoffs, leaning you back.

His eyes flash across your pained expression and his brows furrow.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

"What the hell did you drink?" He mumbles, brushing hair out of your face.

"Nothing, I just feel-- feel really hot." You mumble.

Without a word, he picks you up and carries you to his car.

He lays you down on the back seat where you drift off to sleep.

The car door opens again and Andrew slides in, lifting your head to lay on his lap.

His friends get in the driver and passenger seat.

"I can't believe he's letting you drive." One of his friends snickers before noticing you.

"Holy shit, is that {{user}}?"

Andrew outs a hand on your shoulder, resting his arm.

"Wake her up and I'll break your nose." He growls.

You groan, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"Shit, turn on the AC." He curses.

"It's fucking freezing outside." His friend complains.

"I don't fucking care. Turn. It. On." He demands, lifting your hair off your neck.