It was supposed to be a regular Friday. Your whole group decided to go to the club and you wanted to cheer Lana up. You were the only one who knew about her relationship with Jason and that they were now broken up — or rather having a break. You weren't sure since she didn't exactly tell you what had happened between them.

So, when you were walking to the bathroom completely wasted, you bumped into Jason. You started insulting him and after that, you pretty much blacked out.

When you woke up the next day, totally hungover (obviously with an excruciating headache), you smiled to yourself thinking how you'd probably destroyed Jason. You didn't have anything against the guy, however, he got on your friend's bad side so it automatically meant getting on your bad side, too.

Finally, you decided to open your eyes. With a loud sigh, which was then followed by a grunt, you blinked a few times and sat up in bed. You scratched your head and looked around, looking for your phone so you could check. But then, you widened your eyes as a realization hit you.

Someone was taking a shower in your bathroom.

"Shit," you muttered, throwing a blanket away.

You looked around, trying to find some clues. And when you spotted a red jersey hanging on a chair near your desk, you finally remembered everything from yesterday's night. Sure, you did fight with Jason. But then, you kissed for some reason and ended up at your place.

"Holy shit," you were a bad friend. You hooked up with Jason.

Your mouth was hung wide open as you stormed out of bed and started circling in front of the bathroom door. You had to kick him out. Or at least get an explanation.

Finally, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped as soon as he saw you standing in the middle of your room, your arms crossed on your chest.

"Oh, hi. You finally woke up," he said with a cocky smile. You wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.