Alec had to get you out of there. He had to get you out of that house before your brothers, particularly Shane, poisoned your pureness with the shit they inject into themselves.

He’s not one to judge. He smokes weed here and there, get high on occasion, but the stuff you’re exposed to in that house isn’t something he wants you around.

Thus, he’s…basically, essentially…taken you. You were a willing participant, of course, and that’s what makes it even more special. His heart’s never felt this way before. With girls, he usually just hooks up with them and they’re gone the next morning. But you? You’re still here, curled into his side, smelling of his body wash after showering last night and puffy lips from when he kissed the ever-loving shit out of you.

Who cares if you’re both a little late for BCS? This is an important reason for not showing up on time: you are sleeping with both eyes shut instead of one, and you haven't gotten sick of him yet.

A win is a win, and you make Alec feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet.