Leila Wilson never imagined that a single night at a frat party would change her life forever. Quiet, reserved, and more comfortable with a book than in the chaotic swirl of party life, she's never been the type to take risks-until she meets Jesci K...
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Leila groaned as she sat up, feeling the full weight of last night's choices crashing over her. Her head pounded with each pulse, and she squinted against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
Her messy hair was tangled, her eyeliner smudged from the night before, and she was still halfway in her clothes, her t-shirt twisted awkwardly around her torso. Regret settled in quickly, mixing with the stale taste of tequila in her mouth.
Just as she started to gather herself, a wave of nausea hit, sudden and intense. She threw off the blanket and stumbled out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. She barely had time to sink to her knees before she was sick, clutching the cool porcelain as she let out everything her stomach had to offer.
Footsteps approached, and Grace appeared around the corner, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. With a sympathetic look, she knelt beside Leila and held her hair back, rubbing gentle circles on her back. "You and me both," Grace said, grimacing slightly. "I've been up since five, puking my guts out. It'll pass soon... I think."
Leila managed a weak smile between retches, grateful for Grace's presence. When the nausea finally subsided, Leila sat back, leaning her head against the wall and taking slow, deep breaths. Grace stayed beside her, leaning back too, looking equally worn out but with that ever-present mischievous glint in her eyes. "So... last night," Grace said with a grin, nudging Leila's shoulder. "Can we talk about Luka for a second? Like, how cute is he?"
Leila laughed weakly, feeling slightly better just from Grace's energy. "He's definitely cute," she admitted, "and you two seemed to hit it off. I was a little...distracted by other things, though." Grace smirked knowingly, waggling her eyebrows. "Oh, I noticed. You and Jesci were, like, glued together the whole night! I could tell he was completely into you." She nudged Leila's shoulder. "So? Details?"
Leila flushed, shaking her head as she tried to piece together everything that had happened the night before. She remembered bits and pieces: the closet, the intensity in Jesci's gaze, the warmth of his hand on her waist. It had all felt like a whirlwind. But now, in the clear light of morning, she wasn't sure what any of it meant.
Grace gave her a supportive squeeze. "Don't overthink it. Last night was fun, and I'm pretty sure he's just as hungover thinking about you this morning." Leila chuckled, but her mind drifted back to Jesci. The memory of his touch lingered, and despite the headache and nausea, she felt a strange thrill.
Leila took a deep breath, her mind a hazy mix of memories and emotions. As she leaned her head back against the cool bathroom tile, she tried to recall the details of the night without too much overthinking. Her mind kept pulling her back to Jesci—the way he'd looked at her, that intense, almost possessive gaze that left her heart racing.
"Alright," she finally said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "I'll admit, he was... intense. But it was meaningless fun, right? Just... meaningless fun."
