I wake up sometime after 8 A.M., my head pounding and my stomach in a knot. The second I sit up, my mind twists in circles with a nauseating dizziness. I don't remember very much about last night, but whatever happened, I was extremely drunk.

I notice an an envelope on my night stand with a note on top of it, I pick it up and quickly ready it.

I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but thanks for staying the night. I had a great time, call me sometime?

603-555-2098

-H.C.

I sit up straighter, rubbing my eyes, and then look into the envelope, which contains a small collection of twenty dollar bills. I sigh, trying to figure out what could have happened last night. I don't drink when I'm seeing my clients, at least not much. Not nearly enough to feel this messed up the next day and have no memory of what happened. Everything's a blur, and I can't seem to piece anything together.

I get up and take a cold shower to try and clear my head. After I freshen up, I have to head straight to class, already running late. It's a long, stressful day, but I really only have one thing on my mind. As soon as I get back home, I grab the paper off my night stand and call the phone number, my only lead as to what could have possibly happened last night.

It rings a few times before anyone picks up.

"Hello?" It's definitely a man's voice, deep and smooth. He sounds young to me, but I can't really be sure, especially over the phone.

"Hi, is this um, H.C.?"

"Yeah," I can hear the smirk in his voice, "Can I ask who's calling?"

I roll my eyes, "My name's, um, well, I'm not really sure what you know me as, to be honest. But um, I think I was with you last night. I'm just trying to figure out what happened, I'm a little confused. Either way, you left me your number for a reason..."

"I'm not surprised you don't remember much," he replies coolly, "You did get pretty messed up..."

I sigh, "Well, could you just tell me what happened exactly? Like, who are you exactly?"

"Can I come over? It's kind of a long story."

I'm hesitant at first, but I quickly shake it off, "Um, yeah sure. I take it you know where to find me?"

"Yeah, I'll be there within a half hour." He replies and then hangs up.

I sit down on my bed, a strange feeling of nervousness in my stomach. I try and talk myself out of it, not seeing any logical reason to be worried about anything. I think it's probably just unfamiliarity of it that's getting to me, or maybe just that I don't have a clue who this guy is while I don't know what he knows about me. Pacing back and forth, I just hope that it's not much.

I sit down on my bed and take a deep breath, trying to relax. I don't know if I care about this guy's opinion or not, but it's just a good idea to not look like a spazz case. The more I think about though, it can't matter that much. He's already seen me drunk out of my mind, or worse, so...

My head shoots up when I finally hear my door bell ring. I take one last look at myself in the mirror before I open the door. He doesn't look exactly like I imagined him, but not too far off. Tall, young, handsome, if I had a general preference towards guys I couldn't really ask for more. He shoots me a sharp smile as he walks in, "Hey, it's um, nice to see you relatively sober."

I raise my eyebrows, shutting the door, "I'd say more than relatively, hangover's don't really count for much."

"So," he begins, looking over at me, "What do you want to know exactly?"

"Pretty much everything. Why don't you sit down?" I offer, and we both take a seat.

He nods, "What's the last thing that you remember?"

I think really hard before I answer, "I remember walking outside, I don't really remember why. It was dark out. I think I was leaving here, but I don't know for sure..."

He raises his eyebrows, "Damn, looks like you were even further gone than I thought you were when I got to you."

I sigh, "Great..."

He gives me a half smile, "If it makes you feel any better, you're a really cute drunk. In fact, I definitely prefer the hammered you over the sober you..."

I can't help but frown, "Well, thanks, that's um, that's really nice of you. I'm sure you looked a lot better when I was drunk, too."

He grins, "Then I must have looked like a damn god or something, because I totally noticed you checking me out when I first walked in."

I roll my eyes, "I was just seeing what you look like. That's what people usually do when they see someone for the first time."

"Or the first time that they can remember..."

"Ugh, you know what I mean," I mutter, "Are you gonna help me out here or not?"

"I don't know," he replies, clearly enjoying my frustration, "I think you're kind of amusing. What's in it for me, anyway? Are you gonna help me with anything?"

"Judging by the note that you left, I helped you plenty last night." I explain, looking over at it.

His eyes drift to the night stand as well, "True, but judging by the envelope I left with, I generously paid you back for that. And for the record, I totally could have gotten away without paying you a dime. Especially considering the circumstances..."

I lean back, crossing my arms, "Well, maybe I would understand that a lot better if you could just tell me what those circumstances were. I don't see the point in talking around the reason you came out here..."

"I have my own reasons for coming out here," he replies casually, "I don't live that far away, so I'd hardly call it a hassle. Why are you so hyped up about figuring out what happened last night, anyway? Do you something bad happened? Are you missing something?"

I shake my head, "No, I'm just really confused. I don't drink when I'm working, but I don't sleep with dudes when I'm going out for a good time. And if I did, I wouldn't get paid by them. It just isn't adding up to me..."

"Fair enough," he looks down at the floor and then back up at me, "Honestly, I was a little confused by you myself. Shockingly enough, I met you at a bar last night, and you were, um, I'll say pleasantly intoxicated. I would assume you just went out for a drink and had one too many, I don't think you should be so freaked out."

"Was I alone?" I ask, leaning in.

He raises his eyebrows, "I would assume so. I mean, I don't have a clue if you had came that way, but you didn't look very involved with anyone when I got to you."

"Fair enough," I reply, "And then what happened? We danced and went back to my place?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he answers casually, "You were kind of all over the place and I was drinking too. But when I woke up this morning I vaguely remembered you saying something about how you're not for free or something, so I assumed correctly and left you some cash..."

I give him a half smile, leaning back, "Well, um, thanks. I guess I'll stop harassing you with my weird questions now. You can um, go along with your day now..."

He puts a hand on my knee, "You don't mind if I hang out for a while, do you? I mean, we really enjoyed each other's company before..."

I clench my teeth together, "We were really drunk last night. I mean, you're a cool guy and stuff, but I don't really swing that way."

He rolls his eyes, "Neither do I, as far as most people are concerned. But just because you were drunk doesn't mean you wouldn't really enjoy it. Trust me on this one..."

I bite my lip nervously, "Oh jeez, I don't know, dude... I don't even know what your name is."

A smile spreads across his face, "You brought that up for a reason. It means you noticed, because you want to know. It's Hunter. Hunter Clarington."

"Right, well, um, it was nice meeting you, Hunter, but you should probably go."

He looks me straight in the eyes, slowly moving towards me, "We both know that's not really what you want, Brody."

My mind is running a million miles a minute, but before I can make up a decent excuse to veer away from this, he leans in and kisses me. My brain says to fight it, but every other part of me is telling me to the exact opposite. I can't help but give into it, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips back against his.

He slowly climbs on top of me, my body reclining backwards onto my bed that I've been sitting on. He moves one hand down to my hip and slides his tongue between my lips. I exhale heavily, my hands drifting down his back. Just as things are heating up, his cell phone rings and he immediately climbs off me to answer it, "Hello?"

I put my knees up, a frown spreading across my face. Not only is he being extremely rude, but he certainly didn't pick up the phone that quickly when I called him earlier. I sigh, becoming quickly offended.

"No, I'm um, I'm kinda busy," he says, pacing back and forth, "Maybe later. I'll call you back in a little while, okay? Bye."

He lies back down next to me, putting his arms around me, "Sorry about that. Where were we?"

I shake my head, pulling away from him, "You're kidding me, right? Just go do what you gotta do. We're definitely done here."

He sits up, frowning, "Are you seriously that bent out of shape over this?"

"Yeah." I answer plainly, raising my eyebrows, "If you're trying to seduce someone, you don't answer your damn phone in the middle of it. You were definitely a lot better when I was drunk, because there's no way I'm doing this sober."

"You're right," he replies softly, "I'm sorry. That was a dick move. Just give me another chance, I won't screw up this time, I promise."

I sigh, standing up, "Okay fine, I'll let it go. But next time isn't gonna be any time today. I have a lot of studying to do, anyway"

He frowns, "Seriously?"

I nod, reaching into my book bag, "I'm dead serious. If you really like me, then you'll be just fine with it."

"I wouldn't say just fine," he mutters, standing up, "But I'll tolerate it, I guess. I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"No, not really."

"Fine." He gives me a peck on the cheek before heading for the door, "I'll call you?"

I glance over at him over my shoulder, "Yeah, sure. Bye."

I let out a heavy sigh when he walks out. I really want him to stay, to be honest. I like him a lot more than I want to admit, but I can't give him the upper hand in this situation. If he wants me, I'm gonna make him work for it, prove that he's worth my time. I don't think I'm better than him or anything like that, but I'm a busy person and I have to prioritize. I wasn't planning on getting a girlfriend, never mind a boyfriend anytime soon. And a guy like me has more than his share of casual sex.