I wake up the next morning with a powerful pounding in my head causing a groan to escape my throat. I look around, trying to figure out where I am.

I'm in someone's bedroom. A boy's bedroom by the look of it. With the walls a dark grey, football posters hanging up. An overfilled trash can, and what looks to be male clothing creating a mountain by an already filled hamper.

Am I still at the house where the party was at?

A leg rubs against mine. I tense up, now aware that I'm not alone. Holy shit, did I get laid last night? Am I no longer a virgin? I look over to the left side of the mattress and gasp, almost falling off the bed. I scramble to my feet. There's a guy in the bed with me! I look down and for the first time, realize I'm only in my boxers and socks.

I slept with socks on?! Ew. Wait, that's not important. THERE'S A GUY IN BED WITH ME!

No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! I would never hook up with a guy. There's got to be a reasonable explanation for this. Maybe I generously let him share the bed with me...?

I glance around and notice my clothes from last night scattered around the carpeted floor along with someone else's. Have I seen that red, striped shirt before? I feel like I'm gonna throw up... or faint. Probably both.

"Mmm, Stop being so loud." The guy grumbles.

I put my hands on my head and start freaking out. "Oh my God. Oh my God! Did we-?"

"No." he cuts me off then looks up at me and I immediately recognize him.

Grayson.

My eyes grow wide and a heated blush looms over my cheeks up to my ears, I'm sure.

"You're not lying to me?" I question him as I quickly get my pants and shirt on.

Grayson leans up on his elbows and gives me a did you really just ask me that look. "Why would I lie about something like this? I'm not that much of an asshole."

"I don't even know you!" I exclaim as I hastily search for my shoes.

"Well is your ass sore?" he asks with a cocky smirk.

I scoff and cross my arms. "I would not be bottom," I say matter-of-factly and glare at him.

"Right," he says sarcastically which irritates me even more. Grayson gets up and...

My eyes widen looking at his chest. Wandering to his hips, I saw dark splotches on him. All red with a mix of purple, like bruises. Hickeys?! Why are there so many?! My eyes subconsciously move lower, and... well, let's just say I'd definitely be bottom. I try not to gulp.

Realizing I am gawking at his body, I turn away, my cheeks heating up like a damn inferno. "Why the fuck are you naked if we didn't do anything?!"

"I never said we didn't do anything. I just implied that we didn't have sex," he informs me. "I'm fully clothed now."

I turn back around to face him. "How do you know all this? Weren't you drinking like me? Or did you take advantage of me?" I narrow my eyes at him.

Grayson rolls his eyes. "I was just as drunk as you, but I remember you passing out after you took off my-"

"Stop! I don't want to hear what I did. Can we just keep this between us? 'Cause like, I'm not gay," I tell him finally finding my black converse.

Grayson scoffs, "you were gay last night when you were shoving your tongue in my mouth. You were gay when you were giving me a hickey-or, hickeys." I wince at that "And you were gay when your hands were on my-"

I cover my ears. "Okay!" I shout for him to stop. "I- I was intoxicated! I didn't know what I was doing! I'm never like this! I'm not into guys!" I try to reason.

"Really?" Grayson questions then stands dangerously close to me. My breath hitches. He pushes me down onto the bed and hovers over me "You're not into this... not even a little bit?" He asks then kisses his way down to my neck.

My black converse drops on the floor.

My eyes practically roll to the back of my head while my fingers lace through his hair, keeping him in place. A small whimper escapes my mouth when Grayson starts sucking and licking just below my ear. His soft hand slips under my shirt and roams around my stomach, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body.

My jeans suddenly feel tighter and the need for his lips on mine consumes me. With that thought in my mind, I grab the back of Grayson's neck and crash his lips to mine. The taste of last night's alcohol still plastered on our lips. And a little bit of morning breath, but overall, alcohol. But I don't care. God, he feels so good against my mouth. Wonder what he'll feel like with his lips around my—

I gasp, realizing what is going on, and push Grayson off of me. I stand up abruptly, wiping my mouth, and step away from him. I tug my shirt back down.

"Stop! You're- you're tricking me! Jus- just leave me alone!" I say as I quickly grab my keys off the dresser (where I supposedly left them) and pick up my converse, not bothering to put them on.

I rush out of there— almost tripping down the stairs— and run to my car.

I'm grateful the front door was in front of the bottomed the stairs so no one else who crashed at the party saw me.

My car is already unlocked as I yank open the driver's-side door and start my car once I'm in.

When I get home, I go straight to my bedroom, not wanting to listen to my mom questioning me about why I didn't come home last night.

Luckily, my phone didn't die, though it is at ten percent now. I plug it into my charger and see that I have five missed calls. Two from my mom and three from Preston.

I call my beast friend. He answers right away.

"Dude, holy shit!" Preston exclaims with a sigh of relief. "I thought I was gonna find you in a ditch somewhere," I roll my eyes. He's so dramatic. "Where the hell did you go? I saw you taking shots with some people and then the next thing I know, you're gone. I had to get a ride from Chelsea. Chelsea!"

"I'm sorry. I kinda got a little fucked up," I tell him sheepishly and lay down in bed feeling exhausted.

"Clearly. And you can thank me, by the way. Your mother called me all frantic, asking where you were. I lied and said you slept over at my house."

"Thank you so much! My mom would kill me if she found out I hooked up with someone."

Immediately regret saying that.

"Reid!" Preston shouts causing me to pull the phone away from my face. "You hooked up with someone?!"

"No! I didn't mean it like that! Don't freak out, but I woke up next to someone this morning and I don't remember a thing, but apparently, we didn't go all the way cause I passed out halfway through."

Preston bursts out laughing. "Oh my God! You had the perfect opportunity to get laid and lose your virginity and you fell asleep? You're so stupid."

"Trust me, I'm glad I didn't lose it to this person," I say honestly.

"Why, who was she?"

Oh, God. How do I tell my best friend that I actually almost hooked up with a boy and not a girl? Or should I not even tell him? A few white lies never hurt anyone. "Um, you don't know her. She goes to Westwood High School. She just... wasn't my type."

"Fuck being your type! She was from Westwood! Those are the girls you should be hooking up with!" He groans in frustration. "Sometimes you really disappoint me as a best friend."

"At least I got more action than you! You had to get a ride home from Chelsea. Chelsea!"

"Ugh, don't remind me. It was terrible, she kept whining about her ex, and then she tried hitting on me."

"Gross," I say as I cringe.

"Hey! Don't change the subject. How do you know you didn't go all the way if you don't remember?" Preston asked.

Cause my ass isn't sore. I didn't say that of course. "Because I uh," I'm not good at lying, especially to my best friend. Thank God we are talking about this on the phone. In person, Preston would have definitely seen through my bullshit. "well, h-she," I fake cough. "She told me that I passed out after taking off her clothes. I don't know, but I woke up in just my boxers and her completely naked with multiple hickeys on her."

Preston hollered loudly causing me to pull the phone away from my ear again. "Yes! That's my boy! Leave those hickeys on her!" I laugh and shake my head. "Get it, Reid!"

"Shut up," I say.

He laughs then asks, "So, did you get her number?"

"No, I told you, she's not my type. Just a one-time thing."

Preston scoffs "she was your type last night."

"I was drunk," I defend myself, sitting up in my bed.

"Whatever you say, lover boy," he sings.

"You're stupid. I'll see you on Monday." I tell him then wait for Preston to say 'bye' before hanging up.

I sigh and plop back down on my bed, my head still pounding.

Last night... I cover my face with my hands, rub my eyes, then drag my hands down my face. I kissed a boy last night... and today. A very attractive boy. A boy I don't even know. A boy I really want to kiss again.