Sebastian's P.O.V.

I wake up the next morning hung over and exhausted. My head is pounding like crazy and I sit up I try to piece together what happened last night. Obviously I was drinking but I can't remember where or why. A few minutes later, my mind starts to clear and I start to get a recollection of what happened, "Nicky?" I call, still in my bed and under the covers, "Nicky! Where are you?"

Nick walks in a few minutes later looking worn yet concerned. He sits down on my bedside and puts a hand on my knee, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I've had worse hang overs..." I sigh, resting my head on my hand, "How about you?"

"I'm fine," he answers quickly, "Just a little tired."

I raise an eyebrow, "You mean you're not hung over at all?"

He smirks, shaking his head, "Nope. I didn't have anything to drink. I was up late taking care of your drunk ass."

I give him an apologetic look, "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine." He shrugs, standing up again, "Can I get you something?"

"No, I guess not. I'm just gonna take a cold shower and do some laundry... Please tell me I didn't puke on anything."

He gives me a half smile, "Nawh, you're good. Well, I'm gonna go have some lunch with Jeff. Do you want me to make you anything?"

"No, that's probably not the best idea right now..." I mutter as I grab some fresh clothes, "I'll be down in a few."

After I finish my shower, I walk into the wash room to do my laundry. I dig through the pockets of everything before I toss them into the washing machine, finding a crumpled up piece of paper in the jeans I wore to the club last night. Unsure if it's anything of importance or not, I smooth it out and read it; it's a phone number with the name 'Hunter' scribbled under it out.

I know better than to give it a second thought, seeing as I have a boyfriend and another's guy's number should be meaningless to me. But curiosity gets the best of me as I grab my phone out of my room to call it.

It rings several times before I finally get an answer, "Hello?" His voice is deep and smooth, but doesn't give any hints to his age or anything else about him.

"Hey..." I reply awkwardly, "Hunter?"

"Mmph, who's this?"

"Um, I'm assuming we met at the club last night. It's still a little fuzzy but I found your number in my pocket."

"Oh yeah?" he chuckles, "I ran into a lot of people at the club last night. You got a name?"

"Sebastian."

"Right," I can hear a smile in his voice, "How's it going? Did your friends get you home in one piece last night?"

"Yeah, just fine," I mutter with a smirk, "So you met Nick and Jeff?"

"Sort of..."

"Right. Um, cool. Well, um, I gotta go, but feel free to text me later or something."

"Will do. Bye hot shot."

"Bye." I reply with a wide grin as I hang my phone up.

I'm kicking myself in the ass for even contacting him, but I'm really interested to find out who the hell this guy is, as though it even matters. I could ask Nick and Jeff about him, but I have a bad feeling that isn't the best idea. Nick isn't over protective or jealous or anything, but there's definitely a chance he'd be ticked off with the whole ordeal.

I finish getting dressed and head down stairs to sit with my friends, pretending that nothing is going on.

Jeff gives me a small smile, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Okay," I answer dully, leaning back in my seat, "Trying to remember the details of what happened last night."

Nick and Jeff exchange a look before the blond fills me in, "Well, you made us all wear these ridiculous outfits. And then you made me dance with you at the club, and there was this weird guy that was asking me how he could get with you. And then you disappeared and we had to hunt you down and I found you sitting at the bar with about a dozen guys who were buying you drinks..."

I raise my eyebrows, pretending to be a little surprised when I'm really not, "Oh, wow. So why was that guy asking you about me, anyway? Seems a little odd..."

Jeff chuckles, "I don't know. I told him you had a boyfriend and then he asked me if I wanted a drink. Needless to say, I told him to hit the road."

"Was he hot?"

"I guess," he answers with a shrug, "A little too persistent, though. But when you mention it, I guess he was too good looking to consider him a creep, if that makes sense..."

Nick shakes his head, "You can't be too good looking to be a creep. That shouldn't be some kind of cop out..."

Jeff rolls his eyes, "You know what I mean."

I smirk, acting amused to mask my secret agenda, "So...did you give him your number? Or vice versa?"

"No, like I said, I didn't show any interest."

"Pity..." I mutter carelessly, "I've been itching to set you up with somebody for months... You've been single since..."

Nick turns to Jeff, "You're not still hung up over Thad, are you? You guys broke up ages ago..."

Jeff shakes his head, "No, of course not. I'm over him, I have been for a while now. I'd just rather be alone than hook up with a guy who'd rather be banging my friend..."

"Well I wasn't implying-" Nick begins.

"I was." I mutter nonchalantly.

My boyfriend frowns at me, "Really, Bas?"

I raise my eyebrows, "I'm just saying. If I were single and a hot guy wanted to get with me, I wouldn't say no. I could care less on who he'd rather be doing."

Jeff shakes his head at me, "You're such a damn floozy, good lord."

"I just know how the play the field," I chuckle, "And by the looks of it, you'd do well to learn a thing or two from me. If you did, you might actually be with an amazing guy like Nicky like I am. Just sayin'..."

He pauses for a moment, looking downcast and sad before quickly shaking it off, "Right."

"I tend to be."

Nick gives Jeff a concerned look, "Don't listen to him, Jeffy. You're awesome just the way you are and settling for jerks won't do you any good. In fact, I think it's good that you choose to stay single, that way you'll be available when the right guy finally comes along."

Jeff smiles weakly, but it's obviously forced, "Thanks, Nicky. I'll keep that in mind."

I pet him on the shoulder, "I didn't seriously hurt your feelings, did I?"

He shakes his head, "No, of course not."

"Are you sure? Because you know you're gorgeous. You could get any guy that you want. That was just a recommendation, I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead no matter what you do."

He nods, standing up, "Yeah. Thanks. I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll be right back." We both nod as he walks out of the room.

I turn to Nick, "Do you think he's alright?"

He sighs, "I think so. I'll catch up with him later about it."

I cross my legs, "I feel like a jerk now..."

Nick pets my arm, "I'm sure it's fine. You could have gone about that in a nicer way, but it's all good. I don't think he's upset with you or anything like that..."

I bite my lip, "I hope not.."