Levi woke up in a familiar house but a very unfamiliar bed. He could taste booze and vomit in his mouth, and the room stunk of it. He tried to remember the details of the night before, but only could only remember a few- him downing drink after drink, trying to drown out the nerves for his coming exams; the sweet taste of strawberry lip balm, the kind Cath always uses... And Cath yelling at him. Cath..Cath. Oh, shit! The details of the night before were coming back to him; how he was so angry that Cath had refused to come to year end party he was hosting; how he was getting angrier as he got more drunk; and how when he found a pear shaped freshman with long hair and a brown cardigan, all his anger had melted away. His lips were instantly on hers, and she hesitated for just a second, before kissing him back. Him and Cath were awkward and hesitant at times, but this time, it was just hot. That is, until after what seemed like hours, she pulled away, and he opened his eyes. And it hadn't been Cath.
He had jumped away from the intruder so quickly that he almost fell over. His head was foggy, and he couldn't think straight. But when he cleared his thoughts enough to take a look around his messy home, Cath was staring at him, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Sweetheart." He had said. "Cath, I'm so sorry. I thought.."
"Stop." She had replied, her voice quivering, but with a defiance he had never heard from her before. "How could you?! I trusted you!" He remembered her voice getting louder and louder, as she went on. "I though.. I don't know?! That I was special. That you really cared about me. I thought you wouldn't do this anymore. I. TRUSTED. YOU." Each word was a slap in the face. "This," she had continued, "whatever this was, it was obviously just a joke to you." His mind had tried to wrap around her words. No, he needed her, this couldn't be happening. No! "So it's over. We are over." She had stomped off, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
He didn't remember anything else, and now he was here, in his house, but for some strange reason, Micah's room. While he was trying to figure out why he was sleeping here, instead of his own bed, Micah appeared suddenly, holding a mug of what appeared to be coffee.
"You passed out last night," he said with a sad smile, "and we couldn't carry you up all those stairs to your room." He offered Levi the mug, but he refused. He already felt like he was going to puke.
"What.." Levi rasped, then cleared his throat. "What happened? Where's Cath?"
But Micah only shook his head
"I think you know what happened. Cath doesn't want to see you. She told me to tell you that you aren't allowed in her room. Or near her. At all."
But Levi couldn't stomach that. He had to see her. To explain. And she had to forgive him. He couldn't live without her.
"I'm going over to her dorm. Now." Levi announced. Micah only raised an eyebrow, but even hungover, Levi could read his roommate's expression. He seriously needed a change of clothes and a shower, before seeking out his (ex) girlfriend.