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I wanna hold you when am not supposed to, when am laying close to someone else you're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it, if I could do it all again I know I'll go back to you.

||Selena Gomez||√

Clarissa POV

"I groan silently" my head pounding like its been split into two and ran over a million times by a truck.

I turn my head to the side to see a mop of dark hair, I furrow my brows; my eyes moving around the room, my mouth pops open wait this isn't my room, for the love of-"

Holy shit!! I just slept with a random stranger, shit shit shit!! I whisper to myself holding the sheets closer to my naked body

I look under the covers and am stark naked, well okay I bit my lip, knowing I actually did the deed my three year celibacy is over, handed over to a reckless one night stand

I quietly stand up and start searching for my clothes my car should be at the bar not too far from here, my heart  pounds in my chest hoping the man doesn't wake up anytime soon, I try to take a peep of his face so I can at least remember what he looks like seeing as I don't remember anything, but his head is face down on the pillow trying to block out the sun, my eyes move around his ripples back muscles and his muscular arms, I draw my eyes away because one more look and I'll probably sink myself in the bed again.

Nausea rise in my throat; I really try not to throw up, to keep the last content of last night alcohol down,  I feel dizzy already when I finally wear my skirt and button up top which I think I did not wear rightly, I actually went to the bar straight from work; this is one terrible walk of shame.

The room spins, i try to make no noise at all when i scramble to the table at the side of the room, I search the table and find a pen and paper at least the man was good in bed well that's what i think i frown scratching the top of my head, the best i can do is keep my number for him when he wakes up; from behind he looks decent and his clothes on the floor are designers from what I've picked up from my best friend, I eyes his wallet entangled with his belt and trouser, I blink and bile rise in my throat, I immediately turn back to the piece of paper m

I grab the post it note; spelling out my name first but I think better of it and write the fake name I gave him yesterday along with my number at least that's what I think, the floor spins as I try to put everything down, but the pen falls from my hands, my handed it looks different but it blurry and I think maybe am still drunk, with the empty bottle of tequila I found near my clothes, my guess we drank through the night again, I stare at the note but let it be;

Laurel
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I quickly find my shoes, staring at the post it note attached to his shoe, I rub my forehead and wonder if its complete, I shrug my shoulders holding down my vomit I quickly make my way out of the hotel room closing the door quietly and soon am in the lobby when I get out of the hotel the first thing I do is head for my car.