"Mm… mm," I groaned as I woke up to a pounding headache.
As I opened my eyes, bright sunlight hit my face through the window. I quickly covered my eyes, squinting as I looked around the room.
Where the hell am I?
Still trying to process everything, I glanced over at the bed—
—and froze.
Someone was lying next to me.
"Shit… typical me," I muttered, rubbing my face. "Well… they better be hot, because I don't remember a damn thing."
I slowly pulled the covers down—
"FUCK—WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
I shouted, scrambling backward and falling off the bed. I looked down.
I was completely naked.
"Holy shit…" I panicked, clutching my head in disbelief.
"Can you keep it down? You're making a lot of unnecessary noise."
A rough, low voice cut through the room.
I looked up as the person in the bed started to sit up.
Oh my—
I froze.
I really slept with a guy?
As he stood, I couldn't help but stare. His body looked sculpted, like something straight out of a Greek god magazine. Sharp cheekbones, messy hair falling into his face, and piercing blue eyes that felt like they were staring straight through me.
I didn't want to admit it—but he was… insanely attractive.
Wait—what am I doing? I just slept with a guy, and now I'm admiring him? Shit… am I—
"Hey. You okay?" he said, snapping me out of it. "You've been staring at me for a while… and you might want to put some clothes on. I can see everything."
His eyes briefly traced down my body.
I snapped back to reality and quickly grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around myself.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Wait—did you—" I hesitated, panic creeping in. "Did you rape me?"
He blinked—then burst out laughing.
"Rape?" he said between laughs. "Please don't flatter yourself. You came onto me."
He started getting dressed casually.
"Look, we met at a party. You came over, we were hanging out, and you started chugging drinks like crazy. I told you to slow down—you told me to fuck off."
I frowned, trying to remember.
"I left you alone after that. A few hours later, I was heading home and found you passed out. I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you back to my dorm."
He paused, putting on his shirt.
"You threw up all over me. I cleaned you up, put you in bed, and went to shower. When I came back, you'd taken your clothes off and thrown up all over my bed."
I winced.
"So I had to clean you up again. And change my sheets. Honestly, if anything, you should be thanking me."
As he talked, faint flashes of memory started coming back.
"Wait… if that's true," I said slowly, "then why were you naked?"
He smirked.
"I sleep naked."
He grabbed his bag.
"Look, I've got class. Your clothes are downstairs in the dryer—help yourself."
He walked toward the door, then paused.
"Oh—and I wouldn't go out just yet," he added with a grin. "Wouldn't want people asking why the great Z is sneaking out of my room looking like he had a wild night."
He laughed and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"…FUCK."
I stood there, completely lost.
Me—the great Z—just woke up naked in a guy's bed.
No. No one could find out about this.
What if he tells people? What if they think—
"Shit… I can't let that happen. I could lose everything."
I started pacing, biting my nails.
"Think, Z. Think."
Then it hit me.
"Wait… who even is he?"
I'd never seen him on campus before—and with looks like that, there was no way he'd go unnoticed.
"First, I need to find out everything about him… yeah."
I nodded to myself.
"Yeah. Let's start with that."
After pulling myself together, I cracked open the dorm door and peeked into the hallway.
Empty.
"Good," I whispered, letting out a breath of relief.
I wrapped the sheet tightly around myself and hurried down the hall, taking the stairs to the basement where the dryers were.
"Finally…"
I checked each machine until—
"There you are."
I pulled my clothes out and got dressed piece by piece. Once I was fully dressed, I paused.
"Wait a minute…"
I checked my pockets.
Nothing.
"No… no, no, no…"
My wallet. My phone.
"They're not here—shit! Did I leave them upstairs?"
I groaned, running a hand through my hair.
"And I locked the door… perfect."
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down.
"Okay… okay. Just go home. I've got class later anyway."
As I started walking, one thought kept repeating in my head:
This is definitely the worst day of my life.