THIRD PERSON POV
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"Holy shit! Dude!"
Ivy quickly shoved Donald off the bed, forcing the boy awake.
"Ouch?"
She immediately checked her clothes, making sure everything was intact before letting out a long sigh of relief. One hand rested on her chest while the other pressed against her forehead, as though she had just escaped a major disaster.
Donald groaned and rolled onto his back. Squinting at the ceiling lights, he threw an arm over his eyes.
"Why'd you push me? How unromantic of you."
Ivy narrowed her eyes at him before looking around the room. A frown slowly spread across her face.
"Why am I in your room?"
Donald lifted his arm and looked at her.
"You don't remember?"
Ivy felt her heart skip a beat.
Panic immediately followed.
"Remember what?"
She asked cautiously.
Donald stared at her for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"Last night. We were so tangled up George gave us the room."
Ivy's eyes widened.
She looked toward George's side of the room.
The bed was perfectly organized, untouched, as though he had never slept there.
Her worry grew.
Quickly climbing off the bed, she clutched her head as dizziness nearly made her stumble. Donald reached out to steady her, only for his hand to be slapped away.
"What happened last night...?"
Donald dramatically rubbed the hand she'd hit before sitting up.
Ivy immediately looked away.
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
Then her eyes drifted back.
Several faint marks were scattered across his neck and collarbone.
Ivy froze.
Donald noticed her staring and glanced down.
"Oh, those?"
His grin widened.
Ivy suddenly had a very bad feeling about where this conversation was going.
"Well," Donald began, "after clubbing, we kissed. Then we came back here. You said you felt hot..."
He paused deliberately, watching her expression become increasingly horrified.
"I had to help you cool down. George left us the room. Moonlight slipped through the open window, falling across our tangled bodies—"
"STOP! SHUT UP!"
A pillow smacked him directly in the face.
Donald burst out laughing as Ivy stormed from the room.
Everyone in the apartment was barely awake.
She hurried toward Albert and Nathan's room, barging in without knocking.
"Albert!"
Nathan immediately grabbed his bathrobe and pulled it closed.
His neck turned red as he watched Ivy march straight into the room.
"He slept in the living room."
Nathan tried his best to maintain his usual composure.
Ivy hadn't even looked at him.
Not once.
Without another word, she spun around and left.
Taking two steps at a time, she rushed downstairs.
The moment she entered the living room, she spotted Albert buried beneath a pile of cushions on the floor.
"Albert. Albert, wake up."
"Mhm?"
The blonde frowned and pulled another cushion over his head.
Ivy yanked it away.
"What happened between Donald and me?"
Albert was already snoring again.
Ivy's eye twitched.
"ALBERT!"
The boy somehow managed to sleep even harder.
"Don't worry. Nothing happened. I was with you two."
George walked into the room wearing pajamas.
His usually spiky hair was messy, hanging over his face. A coffee mug rested in his hand, and his shoulders were slumped like a retired father who had already given up on life.
Taking a sip, he dropped onto one of the couches.
"But Donald said we... he said..."
Ivy clenched her fists, unable to force the words out.
"Well, you did kiss."
George took another sip.
"But that's all... Ahh. Good stuff."
Ivy stared at him for several seconds.
Then she silently turned around and left.
Gradually, everyone in the apartment began waking up, each suffering from a different level of headache.
Now dressed in comfortable clothes, Ivy sat on the floor beside Albert.
Lily was leaning against Fiona.
Fiona was leaning against the couch.
Albert looked one inconvenience away from returning to hibernation.
Donald walked downstairs wearing a bathrobe and headed straight for the kitchen, where Nathan was preparing hangover soup.
Zoe stood beside him, quietly helping.
The front door suddenly opened.
Renzo walked in with one hand in his pocket while the other held a black vape.
He glanced around the room.
Then frowned.
"What's going on here? Get up. We have training."
Lily groaned.
"We can't get up. My head hurts."
Renzo stared at them.
Then he looked toward the kitchen.
Then back at them.
After several seconds of consideration, he walked over and collapsed onto a couch.
"I guess there's no training."
He rubbed his forehead.
"Thank God. My head is killing me too."
Nathan eventually joined them carrying a tray filled with bowls of soup.
Without waiting for permission, Renzo immediately grabbed one.
Nathan simply chuckled.
"Luckily I made extra."
He placed the tray on the table.
"Please help yourselves."