Author: Hey everyone, thanks so much for all the reviews, follows, favorites and other support please keep it up! :) . This chapter is a little 'mature'. Its about the time that they get drunk which Cato refers to in the first chapter. I tried to keep it T rated for the time being so hopefully its not too bad.

-One Month Earlier-

I groan as I wake to the sound of pounding on my front door. "Go away!" I half yell half mutter to whoever it is even though I know they won't hear me. My bedroom door is closed and the front door is all the way down stairs. I press one ear against my pillow and cover the other with my arm hoping that they will just leave. But instead my phone goes off. It's sitting on my nightstand and is on vibrate, so it makes a lot of noise as it jolts around on the hard surface. I groan again and feel around on the nightstand for my phone, refusing to open my eyes. When I find it I turn it off and drop it back onto the nightstand. At least the knocking stopped. "Finally" I mutter as I try to go back to sleep, but it's too late. I'm already awake and I know there's no way I'm getting anymore sleep.

Annoyed, I decide to see who has texted me. It's Clove of course. 'Wake up and let me in you idiot' she's wrote. I roll my eyes and get up to see if she's still at the door, not even bothering to get dressed. sure enough she's leaning against the door frame wearing a smirk.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty" she chuckles.
"Morning..." I try to think of a name but come up short. "I'm to tried to think of anything."
She laughs, "Lazybones."
"Sunshine."
She looks at me questioningly, "What?"
I shrug, "I don't know, morning... sun... give me a break I'm tried."
She sneers, "It's only ten a.m."
"On a Saturday." I add.
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever, I'm throwing a party tonight and I need your help."
"Couldn't that have waited until noon?" I ask.
"No, I still have to invite everyone and get all the stuff." She exclaims.
"So you predicted that would take twelve hours, or is it in the afternoon like some kind of five year old birthday party?" I grumble.
She laughs, "No, I just wanted to annoy you by waking you up."
"Well mission accomplished."

"Where's Clover? Clovie! Where are you?" I sing as I fumble around Cloves' house. Everything is spinning and I half trip as I make my way to the sink and vomit. I turn to leave the bathroom when I bump into someone. It's Clove. She's so pretty. "Clove!" I yell as I kiss her forehead.
"Cato, your drunk." She giggles.
"I know," I pout. Why am I pouting? "But you-you like me anyway right?" I ask.
She laughs again, "Of course I do Ca-Cato." She slurs.
"Good." Our faces are close now and we start to kiss each other. Wait didn't I just puke- Clove's lips are soft and she smells like beer.

She closes the bathroom door. "Clooove" I whine to her.
"What is it han-handsome?"
"I'm horny" I mutter against her lips. Wait did I just say- Clove is laughing, she has such a pretty laugh, I laugh too.
"I can fix that" She purrs as she moves her hand downward past my navel.

The world around me spins into a blur of colours and sounds as I slip farther and farther into my state of intoxication until I feel numb and life temporarily drains from my body.

I moan in agony as I wake up to feel the pounding in my head and twisting in my stomach. I expose my eyes to the blinding light just long enough to see that I'm lying near a toilet: thank god. I crawl over to it and vomit, as I do so realizing that my jeans are around my knees. Oh shit, waking up with a hangover and a lack of clothing is never good.

Suddenly I feel more awake as the panic surges though my body. My eyes shot open and I scan my surroundings quickly. There's no condom and my boxers and jeans are pulled down around my knees. "Shit," I mutter under my breath. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" I pull my clothes back up and fall back from my kneeling position beside the toilet. I cover my face with my hands. This can't be happening. I don't want an STD and I don't want a baby!

My head protests in pain as I shift to look around the bathroom. I feel like I've just been shot in the chest when I see the girl lying face down on the ground behind me. Even though I'm half out of it and can't see her face I know it's her. The girl's small figure and dark brown hair only fueling my distress."Please no" I mutter as I lean forward and roll the body over, I already know but a small part of me still has to see her unconscious face to accept what I've done. When I see how out she is my next thought is that she's dead and another wave of utter panic washes over me as I frantically place two fingers on her neck. I let out a sigh of relief when I feel her pulse. Then, for the first time I notice she's fully dressed. What? That's weird.

Slowly, cautiously, I put one hand to her hip and pull down the edge of her jeans just enough to see the waistband of her panties. Yup, totally dressed. I try to make sense of what happened.

I slowly piece everything together and as I do, the sick feeling in my stomach gets worse. It makes sense now, why my clothes were pulled down and why Clove is fully dressed. I want to vomit again at how much of an awful, disgusting person I am. Clove was perfectly innocent, she was the only girl I had to keep my hands off of and I couldn't even manage that! I mean how hard is it to not screw over one damn girl?! I should be relieved really, I didn't get a girl pregnant and I hadn't let my best friend lose her virginity to me, but I'm not. I feel another wave of nausea and barley to make it to the toilet two feet away before throwing up again. Last night slowly starts to become clearer to me as I see blurred images fading in and out of my memory.

My drunken self kissing equally drunk Clove shortly after vomiting.
Whining her name and then telling her that I was horny.
My hands on her chest and her hand on my - 'Stop thinking about it!' I yell to myself.

When I finally feel like I can go a little while before puking again, I stumble out of the bathroom shakily and walk down stairs. But by the time I'm down the stairs my head is killing me so bad, I go into Clove's kitchen to find some pain killer.

Normally I know where everything in Clove's house is since I practically live here. But in the state of my hangover I have trouble telling the kitchen cabinets apart and end up opening every one at least twice before I'm able to register which cabinet is the right one. Trying to read the labels on the pill bottles is the worst part of all. My blurring vision and pounding head combined with the drop in my already low IQ makes reading nearly impossible. Maybe I'm still drunk. I have to stop once to puke in the kitchen sink before giving up and settling on something that looks close enough. I swallow two, even though they might be period pain pills and take them dry, not wanting to go though the same process that the pills had required to find a cup for water.

I'm about to leave when I see Clove coming down the stairs. "Hey" she mumbles. "Hey..." suddenly I feel the urge to explain myself, "I was just going" I stutter quickly as I point to the door. "But my head was killing me so I needed pain killers... and... " I force myself to look at her in the eyes and just like that I know. I know that she knows exactly what happened. Neither one of us lets on to it though, we both treat the situation like it didn't happen or we don't remember. Like its any other hungover morning.

She squints her eyes and takes a good look at the pill bottle in my hand, "I'm pretty sure those pills are for PMS."
I laugh a little, "Yeah, I couldn't tell if the label said 'Migraine' or 'menstruation'. Then I forgot what menstruation meant, then I got a bigger headache and puked in the kitchen sink -sorry about that by the way. Anyway I decided that these were close enough."
She laughs, "I wonder if they're going to make you all girly and hormonal." The revolted look on my face makes Clove crack up, she pats my shoulder, "Don't worry Cat. I'm just messing with you."
I glare at her, "Not funny."
She only laughs more, "Yes it is, you thought you were going to start sobbing over some sappy romance movie. Curled up on the couch beside some balled up tissues, empty boxes of chocolate, and old issues of fashion magazines." I cringe at the thought, she still hasn't stopped laughing, "What did you think you where going to grow lady parts too?"
"No!" I defend, "Now shut up."
"Oh come on Cato, you gotta admit, its kinda funny."
I roll my eyes, "Fine." I mutter as I try very hard not to laugh and fail.

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