A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone! :) I'm glad to hear you like it so far! :) Anyway, here's chapter 2!
Stevie walks into her appartment to see Claire sitting on the couch with a wet wash-cloth covering her eyes forehead. "What? D'you let yourself in?" Stevie asks, going into the bathroom looking for something to cure her hangover. "Yeah," Claire groans. "Where were you all night anyway?" Claire calls. Stevie pretends not to hear her. Even she doesn't know the answer. "Stevie?" Claire sings. "Yeah? What?" Stevie snaps, finding nothing to cure her headache.
She goes back out into the living room with a wash-cloth and runs it under the tap until it's cold and dripping. She squeezes the water out until it's damp and lies down in the arm chair next to the couch where Claire is awaiting her answer. "I asked you where you went," Claire says. "Why do you care?" Stevie says as if it's unimportant. Claire sits up and takes the wash-cloth off, groaning as the sunlight reflects around the room. "You're my best friend! Why do you think I care?" she says. "Fine. I was with... an old friend..." Stevie lies. "Who?" Claire asks. "Oh, no one you know," she says. Claire drops the subject and the two spend the entire morning and afternoon watching old reruns with the volume down quite low.
By the time Claire leaves, Stevie gets into her bed and tries to sleep. But she can't. Not being able to remember the night before is driving her crazy. All she remembers is bar before she got drunk, and the handsome man's face she woke up next to. She cringes as the memory of waking up next to the stranger fills her mind. She remembers the man getting her into the car, but that's about all she can remember. He wasn't at all drunk and was fully capable of driving... so if he wasn't drunk... and they woke up the way they did... he knew exactly what happened and he knew exactly what he was doing the night before.
She gets up from her bed quickly, nearly vomitting from the dizziness she gets. She changes her clothes and makes her way to her car in the lot outside.
She arrives at Zander's appartment not long after. She thinks it's funny she remembers where his appartment is. She'd taken a bus this morning to get back home, but she didn't really pay attention to where he lived. She gets out of her car and makes her way up the stairs of the building to his appartment. She slams her fist against the door. He answers the door and her mouth goes dry. He's not wearing a shirt, just a pair of jeans ripped at the knees and surprisingly white socks. He is good looking... but that's not what she's here for. "You came back?" he asks. "I want to straighten a fews things out!" she snaps. He holds his hands up in mock surrender and says, "Like?"
"Don't you dare pretend you don't know what happened," she yells. "Look, stop shouting, first of all, and second; talk," he says. "Why did you take advantage of me? All you were supposed to do was take me home!" she snaps. Zander laughs and says, "Yeah, except I only had just met you. How was I supposed to know where you live?" he asks. Stevie scoffs. "We'd only just met and you already took advantage of me! That's even worse! You could've asked! Even drunk I could tell you my address," she snaps. He feels stupid as he realizes that's probably true.
"Look, if all you did was come here to yell at me, well, you've done it. Now, leave," Zander says, holding the door open for her. She feels like stomping her foot, but she refrains from doing it and walks out the front door. "Don't think this is the last time you'll see me," Stevie snaps. "Can't wait for our next meeting," Zander says back, sarcastically.
Stevie gets into her car and sits in the parking lot. She sighs frustrated and rests her dizzy head on the steering wheel. Something about all this feels off. Sure, it's a bit awkward having been taken advantage of by someone you didn't even know-it's even worse you can't remember anything. Not that she really wants to... but it's an annoying feeling.
She starts up the car and makes her way home.
Zander shuts the door as she leaves. He sighs frustrated and goes to his bedroom. He cleaned it up a bit and changed all the blankets, pillowcases, and the sheet. The last thing he wanted was the smell of the girl lingering around the room. He didn't hate her. In fact, she was quite different from the other girls he's brought home before. He didn't want any reminders of her. The less presence of her, the better.
He climbs into his bed and tries to sleep. It's taking longer than he wants it to.
A/N: Ahhh! There's the chapter! Any McCurdians out there? :) I saw the "Just Jennette Premieres" on Nickelodeon! I couldn't help but think of all my McCuridans and how excited they must be! :) Much love you McCurdians and thanks for reading everyone! Hope you liked this chapter! :)