I wake up to a raging headache and wonder what the hell I did last night.
Laying next to me was some man I've never seen before. Tall, toned body, with wavy blond hair, the color of sand. I got up quickly and ran to the bathroom.
My appearance was horrific. Mascara smeared everywhere. Hair an absolute mess. Glitter all over my body. And my breath reeked of alcohol. I quickly found mouthwash under the sink and chugged some.
When I walked back out, he was pulling up sweatpants, and about to tug on a shirt when he saw me.
"Goodmorning." He said while pulling on his shirt
I swear I knew his name. He was in my biology and english lit classes. It just wouldn't come to me.
"Goodmorning."I replies back. "So what exactly happened last night, if you don't mind me asking." With that possibility that popped in my head, I realized the aching soreness between my legs. Oh no.
"Man was it really that forgettable?" He asked
"No, but necrophilia is a thing and when someone's black out drunk you're not supposed to take advantage." I reply angrily grabbing my clothes and storming out.
What a dick. Who takes advantage of a poor drunk girl? Obviously guys at this bullshit college. Ugh, I hate men sometimes.
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RomanceCameron Prince is an upcoming college freshman. All her life has been dedicated to not only her studies, but doing something she's never done before. Drink, party, etc. Not exactly out of her comfort zone, but not exactly fun. College was when she w...
