The morning after a huge party at one of the frat houses that was more tolerable, you wake up with a raging hangover and a weird taste in your mouth. You’re half asleep with no shirt or bra on just boxers, so it takes you a moment of laying there to figure out there’s something laying on your chest. You look down and see a mass of blond waves which wasn’t abnormal you did like blonds after all. But you realize it’s out of all the blonds it could be it’s Olivia Miller… Fuck.

How could this happen she was the most spoiled bitchy rich girl of the whole school who would always go out of her way to make your life hell. Like dumping water on you or trying to frame you for cheating. You groan almost silently how out of anyone it could’ve been it was your, very hot, worst enemy. Olivia starts to stir but kind of snuggles up to you. Your mind protests but your body was made for her to lay on. No stop you hate her! Well you certainly didn’t last night…

You think of a plan of what to do when suddenly Olivia looks up and jumps off of you. “Oh my god! Get away from me!” You can finally see what she’s wearing and it’s your boxers and your band t-shirt and all the hickies all over her neck from you. Classy. You look down and you see the hickies that adorn your naked chest. She clearly also noticed and her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink as she looks down. Then she turns pale and bolts for the bathroom and to the toilet clearly also hungover. You being a decent human being you hold her hair back and rub her back as she throws up.

After she’s done expelling her stomach contents she chokes and simultaneously sneers out. “Why did i sleep with you of all people.” Ouch