The first thing you noticed was that you weren't in your room. That was enough for you to wake up with a start—quickly making a move to sit up on the bed you were oh so comfortable on.

Your attempt was futile, which led you to the second thing you noticed: someone had their arms around you. Someone who was, presumably, still asleep, judging by the fact they mumbled something like "Mm... Don't leave yet.", you didn't quite catch everything he said.

Last night was a blur, but you still tried to remember what had happened. For a second, things couldn't get anything worse—you had a burning headache, you were in a strangers room, how could this be any worse? But then you remembered who was next to you on the bed.

Marc. Marc Guiu. That arrogant, rude, hot football player who you swore you'd never even be friends with. How in the world did you end up in this situation? That wasn't your main worry, actually—how would you get out of this situation?

You only had a vague idea of your escape plan when Marc woke up with a yelp, harshly taking his arms back and getting as far away from you as possible without falling off the bed.

"What just—What are you doing here?"