chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

30 - the morning after

y/n pov

"hey ray."

i popped a grape between my teeth and chewed, watching as reagan's eyes met mine and bolted her way across the cafeteria to the table i sat at, confusion bubbling in the pits of my mind. she hastily pulled a chair close beside me, loud scraping causing others in the room to look up in irritation. which was fair, it was about 8:30 am.

"hey?? hey? that's.. all i get?"

i stared at the woman hesitantly, swallowing my small mouthful of food after a few more moments of deathly silence. her eyes bored through me into my very soul like spiritual drills. i lifted my cup of coffee to my lips and took a long sip, watching her eye twitch, lips smacking after i'd swallowed. i exhaled loudly, setting the hot cup onto the table. "what?"

"what dyou mean 'what'?" she exclaimed in loud exasperation, leaning back in her chair with an incredulous laugh. "last night? ..nothing??"

i continued to stare in despair. "i need a few more details.. what happened last night? oh god, did rand do something stupid?"

"no- well yeah, but that's not what i'm talking about y/n- jesus!" she hissed, hand running through her disheveled hair as she gave me a despairing look. "..are you fuckin with me or are you actually being serious?"

"..what? what the fuck are you talkin about?? jesus ray, you're scaring the shit outta me, can you just spit it out?" i leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as the woman laughed in pained amusement.

"oh god. oh god." she collapsed back into her chair, both hands now running through her hair, causing it further distress. "y/n," she leaned forward, voice dropping low. "..andre? at the festival? seriously?"

"what?" my tone dropped monotonously, eyes widening bright and in horror at reagan's words. "what happened to andre? is he okay?"

reagan groaned in frustration. "you and andre?? cmon, tell me you remember."

"what dyou mean me and andre? me and andre?? what did me and andre do?" i asked in panic, watching as reagan's jaw dropped.

"in the owl-"

a horrified gasp of dismay sounded loudly from my mouth, both hands quickly going to cover it as my eyes widened in further shock, memories flooding back into my brain from the night before. it wasn't even full memories, more so random flashes of different moments of the night.

"WHY-" i lowered my voice to a low desperate whisper as several agitated, nosy faces jolted up from their tables. "..why didn't you tell me??"

"i did!!" reagan whispered back. "jesus christ, how fuckin drunk did you get last night?"

"very." i replied quickly, hands running through my hair in anguish. "jesus ray.. oh fuck."

the memories replayed again and again in my mind, overpowering any other thought attempting to make its way through; his hands roaming my body, mine on his, his gentle breath fluttering against my skin..

i shivered, skin tingling as i remembered the touch of his warm fingers moving across my body, roughly gripping and touching soft skin. reagan smirked lightly, analyzing my every move. "..was it good?"

"reagan!" i hissed, teeth biting down on my fingernail as i let a small grin slip out. "..yeah. like.. so good man.." i replied dreamily with a short giddy giggle, mind slipping back for a moment. "-shit, what am i gonna do?" i interrupted my own thoughts, pulling my thoughts back to the situation at hand.

" probably andre again-"

"reagan, i'm in crisis mode, now is not the time."

"right, yeah. well shit, dyou think he remembers?" she asked solemnly, eyes meeting my own frantic ones, knees pulled to my chest for a sort of comfort. "..i don't know man. his comedowns from whatever drugs aren't bad but that's because he's so used to em.. he doesn't drink as much, maybe it'll affect him more? maybe he won't remember- jesus christ i need a fucking lighter." i shook out my pockets angrily, cigarette dangling precariously from my chapped lips.