•Kareena•
I woke up to the screen of my phone flashing blinding light into my face. "Mmmurrr.." I moaned sitting straight up banging my head unexpectedly on the ceiling above me, which didn't help the pounding headache. "God damnit..." I muttered I squinted around the dark room. Was I- on a bunk bed?
I took a minute to rub my head trying to recall anything from the night before. I seemed to be in a college dorm of some sort. Which didn't make sense; I'm in high school. I'd woken up in weird places but still...
A body stirred in the sheets next to me.
"Alison?" His rough voice asked.
I snorted. Poor confused guy. "Kareena, could you remind me where I'm at?"
He cleared his throat and sat up groggily. He was hot, I must not have been too drunk last night.
He was tan with tousled brown hair swept upwards in a cute hipstery way. He had a bit of stubble covering a chisel jaw but his breath stank like beer. "I have no idea... What happened last night?"
His hazel eyes looked me up and down and I didn't bother to cover myself with the sheets.
I picked up my phone and read the screen.
"Oh fuck..."
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Apparently my moms- I have to go, thanks though I had a great time! I think..." I said hesitating. "What's your name again?" I asked throwing the sheets off of me and climbing down the bunk bed.
"Uh- Ryan?" He answered rubbing his head confused.
I searched the floor for my clothes. I found some underwear, skinny jeans and a men's button up. Good enough.
The bunk below us was covered in empty beer bottles. Oh gods... I tried to catch my balance as I shimmied into my pants but I was starting to see double.
"Do you uh- do you know a guy named Peter? I think we were at his dorm party last night?" Ryan asked.
I slipped into a pair of black heels by the door. "Sure I think I know a Peter..." Lie. I looked around the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything important, hard to do when you're drunk off your ass.
"I'll call you!" I said opening the door to leave.
"Uh- "