I was so drunk I could hardly remember my own name. 

Okay, so that may be being a little over dramatic, but still. I was past the stage of touching shiny things and laughing at every little thing someone says.

Imogen and I had been dancing non-stop for hours. I felt exhilarated. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I yet again was jumping up and down, loving every moment of the party. It had started off quiet, but definitely wasn't that now.

Subconsciously, I had been flirting with every male that moved in this dorm, but I couldn't help it. Alcohol brought it out in me. I stumbled over to the side and laid down on someone's bed. Chase's, I think? I turned my head and saw Imogen grinning at me, Chase's tongue currently in her ear. I made a face at her, realising I had accidentally crashed their secret hook-up, which really wasn't all that secret.

"Er- whoops. I didn't realise this bed was taken."

"Okay, since you're practically begging." Chase said, panting, emerging from underneath the covers. "We can have a threesome."

I wrinkled my nose and flicked him on the forehead. "Keep dreaming."

"Oh, I do. Trust me."

He gave me a dirty smirk, before disappearing under the sheets, indicating that was my cue to get out of there. With ninja-like skill, I managed to successfully roll off the bed and land on my feet. The floor seemed to rush up to me and I face-planted. A couple of people glanced over at me in amusement.

"You're embarrassing yourself," a voice said flatly. I rolled my head and looked to see Colin frowning down at me. 

"Hi Colin." 

"Not feeling as good as you obviously do." 

My grin continued to stretch. "I can help relieve you, if you want."

He smirked at me. "Tempting offer, but I have other matters to attend to."

I pouted at him.

"Why? Need to go murder some school kids?"

"Murder school kids...?" he asked in confusion, crinkling his forehead. He looked cute. "Where did that come from?"

I just shrugged and a bubble of laughter escaped my lips. He shook his head at me.

"Good luck with your hangover tomorrow."

"Good luck getting away with murder!" I called out as he began to stride away from me.

He glanced back at me, puzzled, before walking away. I lifted my legs into the air, not caring that I had a short dress on and began to do some yoga Pilates. Imogen hissed at me and I crawled back to the bed that she was on.

"I don't wanna' see what you had for breakfast," she joked, laughing.

"I need to sit down for a while, don't I?"

"Yep."

"Too bad," I shrugged, a slow grin stretched across my face. Imogen frowned at me. "I feel like dancing again."

I swayed my body to the beat of the music, loving the feel the vibrations and pulsing music shoot through my body like I had speakers underneath my skin. Johnny's eyes wouldn't leave me as he followed my every move. He downed the last bit of his beer and sauntered over to me. I tried not to smirk.

"Hey," he murmured, his arms snaking around my hips, dragging my body up close and personal to his.

He moved so close that his alcohol breath hit my face like a fan. I wrapped my arms around my neck and locked my lips to his. I pulled him closer as his hands began roaming my back. Fox whistles and some cheering could be heard, but it all melted away. I wanted him. He ran his hands roughly through my hair and I nipped at his lip, causing him to gasp against my mouth. I smirked at his reaction.

I could taste the beer on him and no doubt I was intoxicating him with my own alcohol breath. His lips were warm against mine. He broke from me and I pouted. It was only just starting to get fun. He grabbed my hand and tugged me after him. I raised my eyebrows as he pushed the bathroom door open. There was someone washing their hands. A girl I hadn't seen before.

"Get out," Johnny said, his voice hoarse.

He obviously had the same feelings as me right now. I planted my hand on my hip, my eyes flickering over the girl. My upper lip curled slightly at what she was wearing. The girl frowned at him, clearly unimpressed by our invasion.

"You heard him," I added, giving her a dirty look when she just stood there, as if she were frozen.

"Uh," she said, rolling her eyes. "Trash."

My hand shot out without hesitation. It was sloppy, due to the state I was in, but still manage to jolt her in the shoulder. She jumped in fright at the contact and I sneered at her, wanting to smack her repeatedly in the face.

"Say it again."

She stared at me like I was a lunatic, before leaving, thankfully shutting the door behind her. Just as I was about the vault the bench and tackle her, Johnny's arms wrapped around me, crushing my body to his. The annoying girl disappeared from my mind. He spun me around and lifted me, so that I was planted on the bench, wiping half of the stuff on so that we had space, in fluid movement.

I would hate to clean that up.

Our lips were moving together roughly, as if the party was going to end and we needed to be with each other now. He fumbled for my clothes, and I began leaving bite trails down his neck and shoulders. He paused, his hot breath on my lips. My eyes were averted.

I didn't want to look at him. I just wanted the physical benefits. I was numb and alcohol buzzed. I felt absolutely nothing towards him.

"Go out with me."

I ignored him and ripped off his shirt, throwing it across the room. I tangled my legs around him, but yet, he didn't budge. I let out an annoyed groan, tightening my legs around him. Not even a twitch. I flattened my lips.

"Will you?"

"Don't ruin the moment," I said breathlessly, undoing his belt. I didn't want to make small talk with him.

"Go out with me."

I didn't respond to this, much to his annoyance. Things got pretty hot fast, before there was a loud knock on the door, jolting us both from our trances. After Johnny yelled out some colourful profanities, the knocking died down. Too bad if anyone needed to pee.

We resumed with what we were doing. My skin was hot and I felt like the room was stuffy. I already knew, my hangover was going to be wicked tomorrow.

Well, my hangover can go to hell.

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To say my head was being pummelled by a hammer repeatedly, would probably not be effective enough to describe what I was feeling right now. It was as though a stampede of elephants were all taking their turn to squash my brain. The aching and throbbing my whole body was experiencing alone was enough to make me want to vomit.

I already had though.

Three times.

I flushed the toilet and crawled, still on my hands and knees, toward the shower. I reached up and turned on the nozzles. Cold water shooting down to me, hitting my body at full blast, reminding me I was still in my revealing dress from last night. I didn't care at this particular moment. I crawled in and curled into a fetal position, the harsh, cold water hitting my body like a thousand needles.

Soon, I was shivering and trembling. I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up for a year. Or two. Imogen burst through the door, stumbling. She staggered over and turned off the shower, much to my annoyance.

"Hey," I protested. "I was freezing myself to death here."

"Committing suicide are we?" she drawled, collapsing to the ground, leaning heavily back onto the wall. "I feel like hell."

"Drinking that much sounded good at the time," I pointed out, literally laying in a pool of cold water. I rolled to my side, the water lapping onto my face. I could almost drown myself in this. Chase came in and made a face at what he saw. He pursed his lips.

Who knew what we looked like? Imogen's hair was a wild afro, her face pale, and I think there was vomit on the corner of her mouth. Her head was lolling on her shoulder and her arms limp by her side.

Me, on the other hand, was sprawled out in the freezing water at the bottom of the shower, my hair stuck to my skin unattractively and my make-up was smeared across my face.

"Um, Hayley, are you trying to kill yourself?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he studied my position.

"Kind of..." I trailed off.

It hurt to speak.

With a frown evident on his face, he came over and wrapped an arm around me. He successfully pulled me up and dragged me from the shower. He pushed me so I was leaning against the wall.

"I'm hung over too, but I'm not that hung over. Jesus, look at you."

I gave him a toothy smile. He stared at me, shaking his head. "Clean yourself up. Come on Imogen. Give the girl space."

I leaned on the wall, it completely supporting all of my weight. I felt like my arms were made of lead. My tongue felt like sand paper. Chase reached down and grabbed Imogen's hands, hauling her to her feet. She swayed and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her out. Slowly, I clambered to my feet. I looked over the sink and saw all the contents that I assume should be on there, scattered all around as though someone had pushed them all off. 

My eyes drifted closed. I was never going to drink again. I heard the door creak again and my eyes snapped open. Colin entered, his ultra-blue eyes boring into me. He raised his eyebrows, taking in my appearance.

"Why are you in my bathroom?" he asked.

His eyes drank in my ratty air, my face which still had half of my make-up on and my skimpy dress, which was soaked, clinging to every part of my body. I bent my leg and cocked my head to the side, knowing it showed off my body.

Was I still drunk?

"I really don't know..."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well are you going to shower or just stand there, looking like you're dumb."

"Too early in the morning for your crap, Colin," I muttered, cradling my head in my hands. "I think I'm going to faint."

"Technically, its afternoon now," he pointed out. "You probably need to eat. And take some Panadol."

"Yes please. Anything to relieve this headache."

"Oh now it's me relieving you?" he smirked, trying not to laugh. "I thought it was the other way around."

"Huh?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as if he knows something that I don't. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"Never mind."

"I don't think I can move quite yet."

He sighed again in exasperation. "You're like a child."

I squinted at him. "Is this your room?"

"No, just my bathroom." he retorted sarcastically. "What a stupid question."

"I'd punch you if I could."

He let out a deep breath and came over to me. "Don't think about this too much."

"Think about what?"

He gripped the bottom of my dress and slowly pulled it up and over my head. He looked at me in the eyes. My breath hitched in my throat as his muscles clenched as he pulled my dress from me.

"Are you able to undress the rest of you or do I need to do that too?"

I blinked at him. I really think I'm going to be sick again.

"God help me," he muttered.

He grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. He went around behind me and unclipped my bra. His fingers brushing against my skin sparked electricity in my veins. I wanted him to keep touching me. He reached in and turned the shower on warm. He pushed me inside without so much of a warning, ruining the special moment we just shared. He removed himself, trying not to look at me.

"I think you can do your other... bit."

"Why are you doing this?" I murmured, this whole moment somewhat sobering me up.

"Just take a shower. The sooner you're out of here, the better," he said, his eyes slowly going down to my practically naked body. He blinked a few times before stepping out and slamming the shower door shut, making me jump in alarm. He had always been such a jerk to me, which he still had been then, but alsosurprisingly nice? He just helped me. And definitely checked me out. Did I want him to check me out?

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I focused on the warm water ran down my skin made me feel alive again. After I accidentally vomited one more time, I felt better. I cleaned myself up and got out, wrapping a towel firmly around my body. I got out and looked in the mirror. I looked a lot better now. My long, wet hair fell to my elbows and my skin looking clearer.

It then hit me.

Colin had pretty much just seen me naked. My face turned hot at the thought. Oh God... it was going to be fun seeing him in class. Great. Why on earth did I just stand there like an idiot? Did I want him to see me? I had been capable to do it myself...

I let him undress me! I sighed, shaking my head. It surprised me that he didn't haul me over his shoulder and kick me out. That sounded more like the Colin I knew. 

At least all my mascara, which had run, was now off. I felt significantly less trashy. I stepped out of the bathroom and Colin sat on his bed, his head in his hands. I rolled my lips into my mouth. I was really feeling the shame. That experience had been worse than the first time I had gotten a fake tan.

Colin must share this room with Chase, because as I stepped out of the bathroom, Chase stepped in through the front door. There was mess all around the place. Okay, so the party was held here, obviously. Explains why I'm still here, I guess?

Wait... where did I sleep? I think I woke up in the bathroom.

"Glad to see you're still alive," Chase grinned. He obviously had just dropped Imogen back to her room. What a gentlemen.

Colin slowly looked up, quirking an eyebrow. "Alive?"

"Long story," I said, waving it off, trying to ignore his penetrating gaze. Ugh, kill me now. "Thanks for letting me... use your shower. I'll wash the towel and get it back to you."

Colin didn't say anything. He got up and brushed passed me, going into the bathroom. I looked back at Chase, who was furiously wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I frowned at him, knowing exactly what he was implying.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" he asked innocently, not stopping for a second.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go eat before I pass out."

"Have fun!" he called.

I ignored people's stares as I padded down the corridor, with just a towel covering myself and into my room. Imogen and two other girls were in here, all gabbing about the 'awesome night'. I can hardly remember a thing that happened.

I nodded at the girls who giggled at the sight of me. One of the whispered something about me 'face-planting'.

Great...

Rummaging one-handed through my drawers, I withdraw shorts and a loose singlet. I grabbed a thin cardigen to put over the top, to cover my scar. That would do for today. I went into my own bathroom and slipped them over my body. I froze. If Colin undressed me, then he would have seen my scar. I gulped, my throat feeling drier than the Sahara desert. Shaking my head, I let my paranoia fade. Who cares, right? It's just a scar. I don't need to explain anything.

I scrubbed my teeth for a good couple of minutes and rinsed my mouth out with water, feeling immensely better. Without a word to the girls, I went down to the laundry and shoved the towel in one of the vacant machines. After that, I forced myself to eat some toast and gulp down some juice. Having food in my stomach definitely made me feel better. I sat on the lounge chair, tilting my head back.

"Hey babe."

My eyes opened and Johnny stared at me, grinning from ear to ear. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, much to my astonishment. Thank God I brushed my teeth when I did. I reeled backward, slamming my hand out, hitting his chest roughly. He let out a choked noise as I winded him. I stared at him with rather wide eyes.

"Um, excuse me?"

"What?"

"Why are you kissing me?" I asked in complete confusion and I couldn't help the disgusted tone that was evident in my voice. He looked at me for a moment as though I was joking. I stared straight back, my eyes wide.

"We're going out..." he trailed off, looking at me like I was an idiot.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You said yes, last night."

"I didn't even remember my own name last night." I said slowly, holding my hand up in a 'woah, hold your fire' signal. "And I doubt I would have, no matter what state I was in."

His face fell and I could see the hurt clear in his eyes. Realisation washed over me at what I said and a sigh left my lips.

"That's not what I mean... I just don't want to be attached to someone right now."

"Well, technically you didn't say yes," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as his face flushed. "But we did do it."

"Oh jeeze." I muttered, hanging my head, feeling mortified. "Not in the bathroom..."

He nodded, grinning. He was super-attractive don't get me wrong, but really? On the sink? I was so classy. I sighed, running a hand through my still damp hair. No wonder the bathroom was a state. I'm assuming we were the cause of that. I told myself it would be different this time. I would be different. 

"Because we hooked up, doesn't mean I'm your girlfriend now." I pointed out, making things crystal clear for him.

"Do you want to be?"

"No."

"Oh," he winced at my verbal slap in the face.

"Sorry," I said although I wasn't.

He frowned at me. "You were all over me last night."

"Whilst I was drunk..." I trailed off, reminding him.

His eyebrows furrowed together. "So... you have no feelings for me at all?"

"I don't even hardly know you, Johnny. Don't get too ahead of yourself."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe you should."

"Maybe. Right now, I'm not in the right frame of mind to be talking about this."

"Okay, another time."

He lightly punched me in the shoulder before getting up and leaving me in peace. I stared after him, shaking my head. He was sure determined. He was hot, yeah, but I wasn't into it. I curled up on the lounge, glad not too many people were around. Speaking of which, a group soon joined me, all chatting and laughing loudly. This was not helping my pounding head. With dragging feet, I trudged back to my dorm. I was immensely relieved to see only Imogen in the room and collapsed, face first, onto my bed. I got myself under the covers and buried my face.

"Tired, sweet pea?"

"You could say that," I mumbled. "Please don't let people gate crash my nanna nap."

She rolled her eyes. "I won't. I might go and see if Chase wants to hang out."

"You do that."

"Okay, grumpy bum."

I made a sour face at her, before rolling over and cocooning myself. I really, really needed to get some sleep. Imogen got up and left, causing me to sigh. It felt amazing to be alone for once. Just as I was about to drift off, her phone began blaring, which she conveniently left behind.

A dramatic groan left my lips. I wasn't going to get my wish this afternoon.

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"If I pick up one more piece of rubbish, I think my fingers will fall off," I complained to the closest guard who was 'supervising' me. He quirked an eyebrow at me as I stood there, with my rubbish collector, that hardly did anything, in between my thighs as I flexed my fingers back and forth. "Can I finish now?"

He stared at me like I was joking. "You have three hours left."

"Can I take a break then?" I negotiated. "I could really go for a lemon lime and bitters right now."

He snorted. "Right."

"I was being serious."

The only good thing I was receiving out of the 'Community Service' was a tan. Thankfully, I had been smart enough to throw on some shorts and a loose shirt. It was hot and I wanted to go dunk myself in a pool with a margarita. (Okay, my 'no more alcohol' ambition was beginning to wear off pretty quickly).

"Get to it," he sneered. "I see some rubbish yet to collect."

"You know..." I trailed off, twirling the rod, my irritation and impatience bubbling to the surface. "I could easily stab you with this before you saw it coming."

"And then you'd suffer the consequences," he smirked, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him, my hand itching to beat him over the head. I would be extremely satisfied with that. My hand twitched. I really, really wanted to...

"But I sort of think it'd be worth it," I said, dropping my voice low, getting so close that the tips of our noses were almost touching. His eyes dropped to my lips and I licked them, effectively luring him in. "Just to see your face..."

He glared at me and I smiled sweetly, reeling back and turning back around. I begrudgingly began to finish off the job. I heard a fox whistle and glanced over, seeing Jeremy. He threw his hand up in a wave and I beckoned him over. He jogged towards me, his hair falling limply across his forehead.

"My, my Hayley. I never thought you were the type to... help out with the community," he grinned, taking note of my sour expression.

"Oh yeah, the perks of sweating like a pig, getting sunburnt shoulders and requiring acupuncture because my fingers ache is awesome," I bit out sarcastically, gritting my teeth. "What are you up to?"

"Was just going to head to the gym actually."

"What!" I gasped. "I want to come!"

"You're a little preoccupied, hun."

I frowned at him. I raised an eyebrow at him calling me 'hun', but chose to ignore it. "Valid point. Can we hit up a session soon though?"

He smiled at me in amusement. "Sure thing."

"Okay. Well, you go have fun. I'll be here, continuing to be miserable."

He smirked at me. "You'll be fine. You look hot."

I made a face at him and punched him in the shoulder. With one last grin, he took off back towards the school. I sighed, resuming with my work, grumbling under my breath.

Three hours, couldn't have gone by quick enough. By the time it was over, I knew I was going to have blisters all over the heels of my feet. I showered, changed into my sweats and loose crop top and fell onto the floor of my dorm, exhausted.

"So, I presume your day was fun," Imogen laughed, upon seeing me sprawled out onto the floor. She nudged my leg with her toe and I didn't even blink.

I snorted. "Fun wouldn't exactly be the word choice I'd use."

The corners of her mouth twitched as she stared down at me. "You look very sun kissed."

"I feel it too," I muttered. "What's on the agenda tonight?"

"I'm going to hit up Chase's room, if you want to tag along."

"And third wheel? I'll pass," I muttered, loud enough for her to hear though. 

"Some others will be there too," she pointed out.

"I'll see," I sighed, running a hand over my face.

Would Colin be there? I assume so if it's in his room...

"Cool," I stared up at her and she grinned, going over to her bed. "In the meantime..."

I lifted my head and saw her waving a joint around.

Well, after the day I've had, I could probably use one.

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Hmm... Johnny? Colin? Jeremy?

What do you guys think?