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Dana P.O.V

Ow, my head. Damn, what did I do last night?

I sit up in bed and hold my head, feeling dizzy. A splitting headache interrupts my thoughts and I moan. I put my head in both my hands and start massaging my temples. I need an Aspirin.

I reach over to my nightstand and open the Aspirin bottle. I down two Aspirin and notice something on my left hand. I turn my attention to that...

"SHIT! WHAT THE HELL?!" I scream. Why the fuck is there a WEDDING RING on my fuckin' ring finger?! Suddenly, I catch glimpse of a note on my nightstand.

-Dana,

Out at work, be back at 5.

Your Boo

My boo? Who the fuck? Lawrence? I dated him in France, I loved him to no end. But, it couldn't be...

Could it?

I shake my head, holding it in pain after. Noting how much of a moron I am. I reach for my cell phone and dial Lola's number.

(Bold is Lola, Italics is Dana.)

"Hello?"

"LOLA! GET YOUR ASS OVER TO MY APARTMENT RIGHT NOW!! BRING ZOEY!" I screech into the phone.

"Hey, Dana calm down. What's wrong?"

"GET OVER HERE THEN WE'LL TALK!" I scream and hang up. I lean back and close my eyes.

This is a dream right? Yeah, a-all a dream. As soon as I open my eyes everything will be normal.

Fuck.

I sigh and stare at the ring. It's silver with red diamonds going around it. It's really pretty. I hear Lola and Zoey rush up the stairs to my apartment and open the door. I guess I forgot to lock it.

"Dana, what's wrong?!" Lola screams. They sit on my bed and I close my eyes.

"This." I show them my hand.

"Dana it's only a-OH MY GOD IT'S A WEDDING RING!" Zoey screams. I scowl in displeasure. My head still hurts.

"Dana, what happened?" Lola asked. I look up at the ceiling, trying to remember.

"All I remember is that last night I drove out to Vegas and had a drink...or eight." I finish and look at their faces. Jaws dropped.

"EIGHT?!" They screamed in unison.

"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?! MY HEAD IS FUCKIN KILLING ME!" I scream. They immediately shut their mouths and stare at me.

"Dana, is that all you remember? You don't even remember the guy?" Zoey asks. I nod my head.

"Nope, but he did leave a note saying he'd be back at five. What time is it now?" I ask. Lola looks at her watch.

"4:45" She answers.

"Shit." I mumble. I get up and stretch.

"Dana, we'll be downstairs." Zoey acknowledges and drags Lola downstairs. Those two. Ever since we graduated PCA five years ago, they haven't been able to let go of each-other. I walk into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I throw on a pair of jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt. I rush downstairs and look at the clock.

5:00 PM.

I hear the door open and find a very handsome man standing there. Sexy. Tan skin, brown hair. Tall. Muscular. He walks in and shuts the door behind him.

"Hey Lola, Zoey." How does he know them? But oh my god he has such a sexy voice. It's so deep and well...

Sexy.

Mysterious.

Lola and Zoey exchange confused looks. He walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek.

"Hey baby." He greets. I give him a face as to say 'who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you-are?'

"Umm yea...and you would be?" I ask. Zoey and Lola come and stand next to me.

"C'mon Cruz. You don't remember me? Has it been that long?" Cruz...o-only one person calls me Cruz.

"L-Logan?!" I exclaim. I'm totally shocked. I married LOGAN?!

"In the flesh babe." He responds cockily. Great.

"Have fun D. N-Nice seeing you Logan." Lola acknowledges and leaves with Zoey. The door closes and I'm left facing this sexy guy I hate.

"How the hell did this happen?" I sit on the couch and look at my left hand.

"What the hell?" I question to no one in particular. Logan sits next to me.

"Well, we had a bit too much to drink last night. You had about eight drinks. I had six. I guess we got hitched." He explains.

"I'm filing for divorce." I say and get up. Looking for my lawyer's number in my phone. Logan shuts my phone and looks at me.

"No. Dana listen. Why don't we just...give it a try? Six months. C'mon. That's all I ask. If it doesn't work, then we'll get a divorce deal?" He says. I sigh and agree.

"Fine. WHEN it doesn't work, we get a divorce." I say and head to the fridge.

"No food, great." I say and slam the door.

"Let me see." He opens the fridge door and takes out some stuff.

"You go sleep, you had a rough night. I'll take care of dinner babe." He says. Logan has matured hasn't he? Well, it has been five years. I mean, at twenty-three, you shouldn't exactly be a cocky jerk making-out with a different girl every two minutes.

Right?