A/N I don't own these characters, Stephanie Meyer does. I'm just manipulating them, for my own enjoyment.

Chapter 1

BPOV

Ugh…. major hangover. A headache with the force of a semi-truck enclosed upon me. How drunk was I? Ugh... why does reality have to call. In the process of facing this thing called reality my eyes flickered open. I blinked in confusion. Where was I? The room was dimly lit but the sunlight shining through gave me the ability to make out most of the panorama.

There were four walls, like there should be. Hey! at least I wasn't in alley or a hallway, it's been known to happen, especially when Alice decides I go partying and then takes it upon herself to spike my drinks. I smiled at the thought of her. Despite her weird ways of showing it Alice loved me. She thinks I'm too serious and tries to make me lighten up. Which the way she works it usually happens.

The details of the room were sketchy, my headache blurred most of the lines, not to mention that there wasn't enough light. I looked kind of dingy but what could you expect from a college boy. I slowly lifted myself into a seating position to see my condition. Knowing that something happened was kind of obvious, but I need to know how far it went. I groaned and thought 'why did my memory not serve me in times like these?' I finally looked down. Great, I groaned. I was completely naked.

I wondered where the guy was, usually when I ended up in a one night stand stand situation I like to break it nicely to the guy, well as nicely as I could. I hated be in these situations, and as nice as I tried to be my first priority was to get out of it as fast as possible. In the need to know how things stood I looked at my surroundings quickly, and without a moment of hesitation a wave of pain hit my brain. Damn headache! No sudden movements I coached myself. And then I saw it.

There was a note lying on the pillow sitting next to me. Went to get some breakfast. Wait for me won't you? -Mike. I groaned. He didn't really think that we were anything, did he? I got up and wrapped the sheet around me. I noticed that there was another bed across the room. He had a room mate, apparently. Where did I go that would make me end up with such a boy? With everything in mind, I felt the immediate need to take a shower. I need to feel clean again. Gosh! How could I get in this situation? And, then I remembered something. He didn't live alone. Damn! Why did he have to have a room mate.

I trudged down the hall in my poor excuse of clothing, or even a covering. I couldn't barge in to the bathroom and use there shower without permission. As seemingly sluty as I may appear I was better than that. I was better than this, but yet here I was... It was just like freshman year all over again. Bella! It's the past; it's water under the bridge. This is one situation that resembles the past, but I'm not the same person. I shook myself out of the thought, it's never good to reminisce in the past.

I came to the living room that was completely and totally a mess, in the corner was his room mate, who was engrossed in a novel. He looked kind of broody, I just hope he wouldn't be an ass.

"Hey," I whispered. I really didn't want to arouse him from his state. And that's when he glanced up. When he was engulfed in his book all I saw was his messy bronze hair. But with his face fully exposed, no longer hidden in his book, I was able to see him. He was… beautiful. Everything about him. He had peircing green eyes and soft full lips. His features were so angular. And the way his disarray of a hair fell upon his face just made him look… sexy. Damn it, Bella! You just got out of bed with a stranger and now your about to lead yourselves into an even more dangerous trap. His room mate.

When his gaze met mine I couldn't help seeing his taken aback expression. "Hey yourself, " he said casually trying to recover.

"Um, can I use your bathroom; I kind of need to take a shower."

"I kind of guessed that after what I heard last night," he said running his fingers through his hair. I guess my first instinct was right: definitely an ass. He saw my stunned expression and immediately tried to amend it, "I'm sorry. It's not your fault, it's just I- it gets kind of annoying having my room mates dragging girls in and out of here all the time."

Interesting… "Uh, I wish I wasn't the one getting dragged in here."

"Really, the sex was that bad," he laughed.

"I- I actually don't know the answer to that?" he gave me a questioning look. "Alcohol does weird things to my memory."

"Then why do you drink?" he asked, confused.

"I tend to try to avoid it. And honestly unless it's a lot it doesn't tamper with my memory."

"Okay, then explain the situation last night.'

"Alice."

"That definitely explains everything," he said sarcastically.

"I was completely stressed out with finals and all," I began the long story, which I usually didn't tell, but it was really easy to talk to this guy. "I hadn't relaxed in weeks. And she decided I need to loosen up, since the finals were finally over. Anyway, her idea of making me relax is getting me completely wasted. Usually, I wouldn't comply but I did need to loosen up. Oh! Then after I'd only had one drink in an entire hour," I said with a completely fake shocked face, "she decided to take measures into her own hands. She offered to get me another drink. Instead of getting me a mild beer she took a beer bottle and filled it completely with shots. And, here I am." With finishing my little speech I motioned to my current state. It seemed apropriate at the time. What didn't seem apropriate was how long his eyes lingered.

He shook his head and returned his gaze to my face, "So, how do you know Alice's side of the story."

"Oh, because that's the case every time I wake up in someone else's bed not remembering the night before." After a brief moment I spoke, "So, what's your room mate's story; Mike, isn't it?"

"It's nice to know he's so memorable," he mused at the words, "Um, yeah, he's your average player. Goes to bars, preying upon innocent, drunk woman. Although ussually he doesn't do as he good as he did last night." He almost whispered the last part, while letting his eyes draw down toward my barely covered body.

"Meaning?" I asked. Was it like he had multiple girls, or that I was unusually a good catch?

"Meaning, usually the girl walking out of that bedroom doesn't look as beautiful as you."

"They probably don't look as in much pain as me either," as another blow to head came from my painful hangover. "Um, do you have an advil?"

He looked slightly dazed for a second and then curtly responded with a sure. He rose from his chair and for the first time I saw his body, before it'd been hidden by his chair. And let's just say that, well… that he was impressive. Now, I've seen a few impressive bodies, but not like his. It wasn't sheer size, it was the way his muscle were on his body, how they were stretched over his bones. And then there was his height, it wasn't too tall, but still intimidating. And that combined with every else…

He went over to a drawer in the scrawny little room that they called a kitchen. From that he pulled out a bottle of generic ibuprofen. "Generic's fine, right?"

"As longs as it does the job." I walked over to where he stood and grabbed for the bottle. With the lack of one of my arms pinning down my covering, the sheet slipped a bit, after the bottle was in my palm I quickly remedied my mistake and pinned the sheet to myself again. But my mistake didn't go unnoticed as I realized that his eyes were locked on me, but not on my face…

"Um, I guess I should take that shower now," I murmured as I released a little red pill on my palm and quickly swallowed it.

"That's probably for the best," he muttered as his face fell to the floor. I smiled and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I let myself in and began the process known as showering. I turned on the faucet to the shower and while waiting for the water to turn hot I began the process of undressing, which in this case consisted of me letting the sheet fall to the floor. Easy enough, but it didn't cover the time span needed for the water to heat up. So, I sat on the toilet and lazily skimmed a magazine. After a minute or so I tested the waters. Scalding hot, perfect. I climbed into the tub and began the calming process of showering. I let the hot water relax every muscle in my body, something I deeply needed.

As I tried to relax I let my mind wonder. And it what it came upon, is well, kind of ironic. The guy I had just slept with was no where to be seen but his room mate, but his room mate on the other hand... The broody bronze-haired one. The one who was unbelievable gorgeous. And with that picture in my mind the fantasies began. I pictured his full lips against mine. I pictured his impressive hands feeling and kneading my skin. I pictured everything. Everything was inappropriate, but I couldn't help it. There was something about him…

The hot water was nearly out, and I knew that it would be extremely rude to waste it all, so I quickly got out of the shower to dry off. Damn… now I'd only be dressed in a towel. Getting skimpier and skimpier, Bella, I laughed to myself. I was finally dried off and wrapped hair up in one towel, and another around my torso. I sighed, why did this have to happen to me?

I left the bathroom feeling newly refreshed and finally getting relief from the ibuprofen. As I walked into the hallway I couldn't help but overhear the conversation coming from the living room.

"Mike, you can't keep doing this. She actually seemed nice. Do you want to cause every girl on campus regret?" bronze-haired guy asked.

"Edward, why do you even care?" I assumed that was Mike who responded. "Plus, no girl's ever regretted riding me." I flinched at his smugness, and his wording.

"Yeah, well she did. She said she wished she wasn't here."

"One, I doubt she actually said that, and even if she did you twisted her words. Two, when have you even talked to her. It's not like you were the one who took her home last night. It wasn't like your the one who made her scream out your name." That really made me flinch, I hated being degraded like that.

"Okay I'm gonna excuse that. But, just so you know she doesn't remember any of it. She was drunk and she was barely aware that your name is Mike." He growled at that, I could tell this conversation was over, and once again retreated to his bedroom. God! I just wanted to get out of here. I quickly grabbed my clothes from last night. I couldn't find my jeans, but my shirt was long enough to be considered a shirt-dress. I was simply fed up and decided that I could live without one pair of jeans. So I slipped the rest of my clothes on, threw the towel in the hamper and left to say goodbye.

I reached the living room where a tense atmosphere concentrated. I let a polite smile creep onto my face as I was about to give him the speech. But before I could he launched into another conversation with me. "Do you honestly not remember sleeping with me last night." My politeness completely faded within me. Damn, I didn't want to have to deal with this. And, to be honest I didn't even recognize the guy that I had apparently screamed his name.

"No, I don't," I said curtly, really wanting an escape.

"Oh," his face fell, and I could see his ego being crushed within.

I put my hand on his forearm and I tried to say as gently as possible, "Look, last night was a stupid mistake. I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" I tried to be polite but I could see his ego taking punch with every word I said. He really was arrogant, I guess.

"I'm sorry, okay. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. I know it hurts to hear that someone you made love with doesn't even remember it. And I'm sorry about that. " Trying not to make it worse I decided it was best then to leave. So, I exited the apartment, left on the 5th floor I had five flights of stairs to think about my situation. I hadn't been in a situation like this since freshmen year. God, why do I let these things happen?

Thank God finals are over, it's so nice not having to deal with this and testing. And with a quick realization I also had another thing to be grateful for, winter break.

Thank God for procrastination, something I can now willingly indulge in!

Edits: grammar and spelling