The Night I Forgot

You woke up with a pounding headache, groaning as the sunlight seeped through your curtains. Memories of the previous night were hazy. All you could recall was going out with friends for a night of fun. With a sigh, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, hoping for some clues.

As your eyes adjusted to the screen's brightness, you scrolled through your gallery, confusion turned to embarrassment when you stumbled upon a picture of you and Pieck, your arms wrapped around her, both smiling widely. Both of your cheeks were a rosy red, not sure if it was from embarrassment or being drunk. You take notice of the way Pieck's breasts are pressed against your arm.

You hastily put your phone face down, cheeks burning. What happened between you two? Your mind raced with questions as you tried to piece together the blurry fragments of the night. But you couldn't figure it out.

You've had a crush on Pieck since you met her in your biology class. It's been a couple of months now and you two have become good friends. There were multiple occasions where you wanted to tell Pieck your feelings, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship so you never brought it up.

You and Pieck haven't gone drinking with friends before, your usual hangouts involved studying at the library or a coffee shop. So when you saw that photo, all you could think about was how you definitely embarrassed yourself in front of her.

"Fuck," you groan, "I didn't do anything...I didn't do anything." You repeat not even convincing yourself. You squeeze the bridge of your nose and scrunch your eyes. The relentless pounding in your head intensifing because of the thoughts racing through your mind. You push yourself off the bed and head to your bathroom to get some aspirin. As you look up at the mirror above your sink, your eyes widen.

"Why are there lipstick marks all over me!?" you questioned. There were lipstick stains on your cheeks, leading down your jaw and neck, ending at the start of your collarbones. The thought of someone else's lips all over you causes a tingle down below.

"What the fuck happened last night," you pondered trailing your fingers against the marks. This caused you to go back to wondering what happened, trying to find clues to help you figure it out. Opening up the medicine cabinet you swallow two aspirin, and splash your face with water trying to rub off the lipstick.

Once you got most of it off you head back to your room and see your shoes on opposite ends. Seems like you wanted them off fast. Looking around more you see your earrings and bracelets neatly placed on your bedside table.

A quick memory of a woman's hands placing them on your nightstand flashes through your mind. Could it have been the same girl who left these lipstick marks all over you?

You heard buzzing and your ringtone going off on your bed. You look straight towards it. Upon seeing Sasha's name on the screen, you reach for it and answer.

"Hey, Sash."

"(Y/N)!! How are you!??"

"Ah Sasha, no yelling I have a killer headache," you groan sitting on the foot of your bed.

She chuckles, "Of course you do, you were drinking like crazy last night. I've never seen you like that before."

"Yeah I really don't know what got into me," you sigh laying back against your messy bed.

"Maybe because of Pieck?" she starts giggling, "I mean I know I've seen her pictures, but she really is pretty."

"S-shut up! It definitely wasn't because of her," you feel your face flush again, grabbing the comforter beneath you.