Waking up with a banging headache wasn't really the best part of my day.
The night before drowned away from my memory but something about it stuck.
I laid still on my mattress as I heard a soft knock at the door.
"Hey," Hannah whispered as I saw her walk in the room in the corner of my eye. "You okay?"
I weakly and tiredly groaned for a response as I heard Hannah giggle. "You had one beer."
"I don't drink." I slurred.
She rolled her eyes as she plopped down at my feet.
"So how was your date?" I asked.
Hannah hesitated and I looked at her with a concerned look. "Hannah?"
She shook her head. "Don't worry about it." She smirked and I lightly kicked her. "You dirty girl!" I scolded.
".......It felt great."
"HANNAH!"
Hannah burst out laughing as she stood up.
"How was your date?" She asked.
My head throbbed as I tried to think.
"I didn't have a date...did I?"
"Yeah. He sorta looked like that guy from the movie you were watching before we went."
And that's when everything seemed to stop.
Jesse.
I went in a date with the Jesse Eisenberg.
How is that possible?
"Oh my God, Hannah."
"What?"
I didn't say anything. I just sloppily got out of bed and grabbed my keys from the kitchen. "(Y/n), no! You're hungover! You can't drive!"
I looked at her.
"Then you drive!"
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The Compromiser (A Jesse Eisenberg fanfic)
Fanfiction"That's the part where you're wrong." He spoke quickly. My eyes winced at the realization this conversation in still going on. "What part?" I tried to keep up. "Only 1 billion women out of 7 billion usually go out with men who they are physically at...
