" Real sweet ! But I wish you were sober. "

Last night was a complete blur, you barely remember anything. The only thing you can remember is probably the loud booming noises the speakers were producing and some really hot brunette guy. Which you kissed- or made out with— well, or even more. I mean you are in his bed. Wait. HIS bed??

You woke up to the worst hangover you could probably ever experience, but this is nothing right? What you need to focus on is how the hell you got to his dorm. Well the answer is obvious but that's not the point! You scanned his room, which was surprisingly a little messy even though he looks like someone who'd freak out at the slightest mistake.

You sat up groggily, then the bathroom's knob twisted and there he was, Jett Lauder. The guy you uhm..did stuff with! "You look a bit shaken up, you alright?" He asked. "What, yeah! I'm fine." You took a deep breath. "If you say so." He walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. "Remember anything from last night?" Jett asked.