The next day was completely uneventful for Fitz. Sheft told him that he 'changed his mind' about his homework. Shocker. He was okay with it though, because now he had, for the most part, all of his assignments for the rest of the quarter finished. It wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. Hell, he wouldn't even have to show up for classes for the next couple of weeks if he didn't want to.

The details of last night were fuzzy to him. Fitz woke up with little memory and a pounding headache sending him sprinting to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach. After a few minutes of dry heaving, he tried to remember the events of the night before.

He knew it was a busy party. Half his graduating class was crammed into his small dorm, the halls, and neighbouring dorms who opened their doors, inviting the party in. Bits and pieces of the night were all that remained. Jemma apologizing for her 'clever' deception. He could remember Jameson filling ten shot glasses with vodka, for four people ,Fitz among them. Jemma running down the hall after some guy she was probably going to try and shag later. What was his name? Michael? Morgan? He made a mental note to ask her how it went.

There was one thing that stuck out in his mind. A memory as clear as day, the only one not fogged up by his beverage and drug choices from the previous evening. When he finally got the last couple of stragglers to get out his dorm, he closed the door and heard the commotion of the party that was still going on. The engineer walked over to his couch and plopped down, hard. One glance at the clock told him classes started in four hours.

He was too high to sleep, but too drunk to do anything productive. So Fitz did what he always does. What he's been doing since the day he showed up at SHIELD academy. He turned on the T.V, layed down, and cried.

If you asked him why he did it, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Because in all honesty, he didn't even know. He wasn't sad, or angry, or even a little bit unhappy. It just felt so good to let it all out sometimes. What he was letting out, he didn't know. Its not like he was bawling or anything to embarrassing, just a couple of tears.

There was a knock at the door, and somehow just knew it was Simmons. Slowly and reluctantly sitting up he walked to the door, stepping over empty red solo cups and broken glass. Fitz wasn't surprised when he opened the door to reveal a baked Jemma standing outside his door, with the continuing party going on behind her.

"What?" He asked, more annoyed than anything else. Simmons leaned in real close and grabbed his head, pulling her lips to his smell of pot swarmed around her as she whispered "Your girlfriend wants you."

A puzzled look crossed his face as the agent tried to figure out what she was talking about before her remembered. Jessica. He had completely forgot she even existed.

There relationship was based on the sole purpose of social conformity. She was easily the prettiest girl in school, tall, blond hair, blue eyes, always in skinny jeans. When you think of her, you think of a wet t-shirt contest. This obviously made her pretty popular.

Fitz was easily the smartest guy around. Top of his class, next to Jemma. His marks were high enough to be one of the top of the school. In a prestigious college made for the smart and clever, being smarter and cleverer was an automatic popularity card. Jessica dated fitz to prove she could like someone for their brain. Fitz dated Jessica to prove her was cool enough to do so. Win-Win.

Fitz just let the door stay open as he walked back to the couch and plopped down on his stomach. As his 'girlfriend' strolled into his room he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by her presence.

"Whatdyawant" He slurred. The scientist closed his eyes to avoid looking at her. She was a constant reminder of how shallow he was, and how much he craved popularity, a higher social status. He sickened himself.

"We need to talk! I just found out you cheated on me with Ashley Allen! What is wrong with you?!" Fitz opened his eyes to see a angry looking blond with her hands on her hips, rage obviously directed at him. But you know what? He really didn't care.

"Umm.." He sat up slowly trying to remember. Allen..Allen…Ohhhhhh "You mean the girl that sits next to you in the food court?" She nodded at him. "Yeah so what if I did, like you care?" He asted suspiciously.

"I don't care," She breathed, barely loud enough to here. "But people can't think we are in an 'unhealthy relationship'. Its bad for my image, and yours too for that matter." She finished the sentence like she had just won a battle of wits.

"You know what" Fitz said, jumping to his feet "I don't care. How bout you just get outta here. And don't come back. I'm done with your shit. GO AWAY!" By the end he was gasping for breath. Where did that come from?

Jessica stared at her ex long and hard before turning on her heels and headed for the exit. She opened the door but turned at the last second.

"Fuck you Fitz!" She strode out the door and slammed it behind her.

"So how was ... um... Mitch?" Fitz sat next to Jemma in his dorm discussing the night before. They had just gotten the room clear of bottles and broken objects. Some of Fitz's schematics were torn and lying askew, but he didn't really care. They weren't good ideas to begin with.

The biochemist gave him a look that he'd only gotten from her a few times from this woman. Disappointment. "Mason, And I wouldn't know. He left with..." she paused and snapped her head in his direction, then quickly averted her eyes, fear now the only emotion visible. "Someone else." She added slowly.

She looked guilty. Not like she had done something wrong, but she was definitely hiding something. He thought it best not to pry, but he couldn't help himself.

"Who? Do I know her? Or him?" He teased, but the look in her eyes only intensified.

"No one important. Are you going to eat that?" Well now it's obvious she was hiding something. Should I push?..

"No, take it... so... Who DID you get with last night?"

"I uh ... why do you care. I don't shag someone at every party." She said in exasperation.

"Yes you do."

"No, I dont!"

"Yes. You may be smart, and a goodie two shoes, but jemma Simmons gets some at every single party. Every. single. party." He breathed heavily between each repeted word.

"I do not!" He voice screeched up 2 octaves.

"Name one time when you went home alone!" he dared. Jemma paused, opening her mouth and shutting it right after, as if she was going to say something, but changed her mind.

Fitz chuckled, rolling his eyes. He got up to get some lunch, leaving behind a flustered looking Simmons.