Chapter 11 my lovely readers. I'm glad that you all seem to be enjoying the story. This will be my primary focus from now on, but I will still try to get my other two updated. Also, I noticed in the last chapter that apparently the site doesn't accept symbols so it looked very weird. It was supposed to be 'staying at Heathers, love you' but my computer had other ideas. Anyways, here is the next chapter and I hope that you all like it. Don't forget to review.

Eva and Rodrick's P.O.V.

Eva kept her face buried under the pillow the next morning. She felt a throbbing in her head that she had never experienced before. Her mouth was dry and she just wished that the bed would quit rocking, until she realized it wasn't. She also realized that she wasn't in her own bed.

She was confused and could hear people moving around a floor above her, but she couldn't identify voices. And then she heard the door click open and slam shut. She winced at the noisy intrusion. There was shuffling off to her right and she froze. The last thing she remembered was going to find Rodrick, opening the door, Natasha leaving, being on the bed with Rodrick and then, nothing. Try as she might, she was drawing a blank. Speaking of beds, she was quite certain that she wasn't in her own. It smelled…different, like a guy. Her breathing began to speed up in panic. Where was she?

She then heard a dull 'thunk' next to her head and then someone settling in nearby. She was trembling as she moved the pillow until she saw him.

"Rodrick?" she croaked in confusion. "Morning," he replied and then pointed to the nightstand next to his bed. "You better take that and drink something," he said. She looked down at herself. She was sitting up in what she now recognized as Rodrick's bed, wearing what must have been one of his shirts. She felt that she was still in her own cut offs but they were unbuttoned.

"What am I doing here," she asked. She didn't remember getting here, or changing her top. He sighed as he stood up and walked over to her. "I brought you here after you passed out last night. Now drink," he told her as he held out the water he had previously set on the night stand, along with a bottle of aspirin. As appeared to be a quick forming habit that morning, she flinched at the sound of his voice.

"Stop yelling," she said dryly as she carefully shook out three of the pills and swallowed them, along with several long draughts from the cup. He chuckled quietly. "You've never had a hangover before have you," he asked her with a satisfied smirk.

She shook her head but immediately regretted it. "No, I haven't. It's not fun," she replied as she carefully leaned back against his headboard. He smiled again and reached out to her, passing her the red Gatorade he had also brought her. "You'll feel better sooner if you drink this." She didn't think that she would be able to because she had a strong urge to vomit, but she wasn't a fan of the way she was feeling now either and if this would help fix it, then so be it.

She took a tentative sip and then made a face, but continued drinking. "Why did you bring me to your house," she finally asked.

"Because, I wasn't leaving you there. You were unconscious and the guys at are school have never really been noted for their spotless reputations."

"Why didn't you take me home," she asked him.

"Oh, I'm sorry Princess, my living quarters aren't good enough," he asked her sarcastically.

"No, I just mean, I didn't want to, I…" She trailed off. "How did I get in these clothes," she asked looking down at herself. It was at that moment a thought dawned on her. "Oh my God, did we, we didn't, you know." She paused and then looked up at him with fear. "Did we have sex?" She looked like she was going to start hyperventilating.

"What? No, I just told you, you passed out. Why would I have sex with you if you were dead to the world?" He didn't let it show but he was a little offended that she thought he was capable of that. He also hated the tone she had used, suggesting that sex with him would be so horrible. "I changed you once we got in my room. Your outfit didn't look all that comfortable for sleeping."

"You took my clothes off," she asked him with wide eyes. He nodded.

"Yes, I did, but I put my shirt on you before I took yours off, I didn't look, I slid it out from under mine, and I just unbuttoned your shorts. I covered you up and then I slept in my recliner. Any more questions?"

She sipped thoughtfully at her Gatorade. Finally, she answered. "No. Thanks though, for everything. I don't deserve it," she said as she looked down. He shifted uncomfortably. Feelings weren't exactly his 'thing'.

"It's no problem. I didn't mind." She looked up at him and he gave her a horrified look. Her eyes were red rimmed, her nose was dark pink and she had tears about to fall. "No, no, what did I say? Don't cry, don't do that," he said panicking as he stepped up to the bed and sat down as he had the night before. He put an arm around her and once again patted her back. She leaned into his side sobbing. He couldn't help but wonder what it was in a girl's DNA that said crying is the answer to life's problems.

"You didn't say anything wrong, you're just being such a nice guy. I'm sorry I was so mean. I know I shouldn't have ignored you like I did but I was just so worried about what you would say. I was humiliated."

"Eva, I swear, I deserved it, and I told you that last night too. The truth is, I don't-." He paused. He wasn't sure how to proceed. She looked at him. "You don't what?"

"I don't," he paused and then sighed. "I don't like you being, you know. Mad. At me. I don't like it." She stared at him. She had never heard of Rodrick having a reputation of caring what anyone thought of him. Happy, sad, mad, confused, whatever someone may be with him, he wasn't concerned by it. This was new. And to her, it meant that he actually liked her, still, even though they hadn't been on speaking terms.

"Oh." She looked back down at the blanket around her. "Rodrick, that, um…" It was then that her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out and looked at it. 7 missed calls and 16 text messages. "Shoot," she said as she flipped it open.

Two of the texts were from her mom. The first, from the night before, said 'OK, I'll see you tomorrow sweetheart. Tell Heather I said hi.' The second was from that morning. 'Morning, love you, see you tonight, I'm going out at six tonight. If I don't see you before then, there's lasagna in the fridge.'

She then looked at the rest. Eight of the texts were from Heather, all asking where she was and telling her that she better call her back as soon as she was able. Some were from her other friends and then she read her final one, also from Heather. 'Ward just told me you went home with Rodrick. You hoe, text me when you wake your ass up, we have to talk.' The phone calls went much the same; Heather panicking, other friends telling her she better pick up and a final 'Sorry about those other calls. But seriously, as soon as you leave Rodrick's house, let me know so I can kill you for scaring me like this. Love ya, bye'. She looked up at Rodrick.

"I take it you didn't text Heather that I was getting a ride home?"

"Sorry, I didn't know you got a ride with her. I text your mom though," he said giving a half apologetic smile.

"Yeah, I saw. Thanks." She took another swig of Gatorade and then slid back into to the pillows and blankets. "So, how long is this going to last," she groaned out.

"A couple hours. You've been asleep a while so a lot of the alcohol is probably gone. And you're rehydrating so that will help." He then took her drink and replaced it with the glass of water. "Drink." She lifted her head and tilted the glass. She drained it in seconds.

"So why haven't we been caught yet," she asked him with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"I left a note on the counter. Said that the band stuff had taken longer than expected, that we had to sign contracts and stuff, and that I got in really late. I asked them not to bother me. They all went out to lunch. I heard them leaving."

"Lunch," she asked him in confusion. "What time is it?" She had seen the clock on her phone but it hadn't registered; it was just a part of the background.

"About 11:40." She nodded. It wasn't that late, but she never really slept past nine so it was new. "Can I go take a shower, since they're gone?"

"Yeah," he said, standing up. She slowly did the same. She saw her shirt on the foot of the bed and grabbed it, following Rodrick out the door and up the stairs. He led them to the bathroom where he turned the water on. He held his hand under it for a minute and then said, "Ok, it should be fine. Left is hotter though, right is colder." He stood there for an awkward moment and then said, "OK, I'll leave you to it then."

He shut the door after squeezing past her and she was left alone. She pulled her shorts down with her blue cotton panties, kicking them towards the door, and then lifted Rodrick's shirt over her head. She stepped into the stream of water and shivered, realizing how cold she actually was. It felt wonderful and she could almost forget the pounding in her skull.

She pushed the handle just a bit farther to the left and felt her muscles relaxing as the water warmed her. She looked around the tiny shower and saw bottles of shampoo and body wash lining the sides of the tub. Most were for men or boys, but she saw what had to have been Susan's all in one group in the corner. She opened the shampoo and inhaled deeply the smell of coconut. She poured some in her hand and scrubbed at her hair with massaging fingers. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation.

After scrubbing with the strawberry body wash in the female corner, she allowed the water to wash over her for a bit longer. She hadn't wanted to wake up at Rodrick's house after deciding to go to the party. She had just wanted to forget about her dad. Giving a sigh, she turned the water off.

She pulled back the curtain and was faced with a problem. She didn't see any towels in the bathroom and there were no cabinets big enough to house any. She remembered from her many times of helping Susan out after Manny spilled his sippy cup that they were kept in the closet in the hall. She was now faced with a choice: she could step out, grab one, and hope Rodrick wasn't looking, or she could call him and ask him to leave on in the bathroom, again having to go on trust that Rodrick wouldn't look. She settled for the latter; at least she could have a curtain in between them.

"Rodrick," she called out loudly. "RODRICK!" The throbbing wasn't gone yet so it wasn't exactly a painless yell. Still, she was grateful to hear him thudding down the hallway. She heard the door creak open.

"What's the matter," he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, I just don't have a towel." Silence. "Rodrick?" She peeked around the curtain to see he was standing in the doorway with one in his hands, a huge grin on his face.

"What are you waiting for? I need a towel," she said impatiently. He just smiled.

"I see that. And look at this, I happen to have one. Would you like it?"

"Uh, yeah, that's why I asked for it you jerk."

"Eva, that's not very nice. Ask me… politely." He was enjoying this too much.

She didn't know how, but through her gritted teeth, she managed to get out "Rodrick, may I please use the towel that you are holding."

He nodded. "Yeah, sure." She sighed in relief. "Just come and get it."

"What," she asked in a less than pleased voice.

"You heard me; you come get it and the towels all yours." He allowed it to dangle from his pointer finger.

"What? No! I'm naked you idiot!" He chuckled. "Yeah, I know."

She huffed. "What do you want me to do? Teleport?"

"If you know how. Or you could just, ya know, walk." She shook her head. "You're seriously being an asshole right now. You knew I didn't have a towel." He shrugged. "Yeah, but I thought you would have double checked." She stood there, curtain wrinkled in her grip, glaring daggers at him. "You know, my family could be home at any time. Wouldn't this be an awkward situation to explain?" Her eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me." She allowed the curtain to fall back into place and crossed her arms over her chest. She peeked out again. He was still there, smiling like a moron. Looking around, she saw his shirt within reach. She carefully maneuvered so he could see nothing of her below the shoulder and snatched it up, pulling it on over her head. She could feel her hair soaking it to her back. It barely came to the middle of her thighs but it would have to do.

She wrenched the curtain back and climbed out of the tub, towards him. As soon as he was within arms reach, she stretched her hand out. "Give it to me."

He gave an innocent smile. "You're already dressed? What good would it do you now? It's your skin that's wet, not the shirt." It took her a second to get his meaning.

"I am NOT taking this shirt off."

"Why not? You seemed pretty willing last night," he said giving her a superior look. She went scarlet.

"I was drunk. That doesn't count. Now give me the damn towel."

"No."

"Now," she demanded.

"Is that a car door I hear," he asked with amusement. She gave an annoyed sigh. There was only one thing to do.

She shoved him roughly up against the counter and then stepped as close to him as she could. His eyes widened comically. "Umm," was all he managed. She snatched the shirt up over her head. She was so close to him though that if he had looked down, she would have been hidden from his eyes. She grabbed the towel roughly from his hands and started tucking it carefully so that she could step back from him. However, when she tried to move away, his hands caught her, stopping on her lower back.

"Let go Rodrick. I'm not in the mood for this."

"You know, I was lying. My family won't be back for a while," he said with a pointed look at her.

"Yeah, I figured. You are such an ass." She pushed against his chest but he held her tighter.

"Can you blame me? I mean look at you? I can't think of any guy who would pass up the chance to have you alone and naked, soaking wet."

"Um, how about a decent one?" He smirked as he leaned down in her space.

"Yeah, maybe, but I'm not exactly decent-guy material." She was trapped. His lips met hers almost tentatively but not out of fear. He didn't want her to pull away. She didn't move. She vaguely registered his hands traveling lower, pulling her pelvis to his.

"Rodrick, don't," she whispered. "You barely know me. We fight too much, and that's without being around each other for more than a we-"

"Shut up Eva," he said as he kissed her. Her mouth dropped in indignation and he took his chance. His tongue made contact with her lips, her tongue, probing. As soon as that started, she was gone. Hands that had been pushing at his chest were now groping at his shirt, wanting him closer.

One of his hands moved to the middle of her back while the other stayed firmly planted on her waist. "Mmm," Eva moaned as she felt him through his jeans and her thin towel. She gripped his shirt harder and pulled him against her chest before turning them so she was pressed against the counter. He moved both hands to her hips, using that and his hips to push her up onto the counter. He moved in between her legs. His right hand moved behind her and pulled her pelvis close to him and he started moving his hips against her center.

Her hands were roaming to his hair and she figured that if he was half as good last night as he was now, it was no wonder why she almost had sex with him, knowing how mad she was at him.

He moved his lips to her throat and one of her hands gripped his neck, refusing to let him stop while the other propped her up at an angle, allowing him more access. "Please don't stop. Oh God, Rodrick," she moaned.

"You're not so bad yourself," he murmured against her flesh. His left hand moved onto her thigh, creeping its way under the towel. Finally succeeding, he ran his fingers over her flesh, causing her to shudder with lust. They were moving to her center when she suddenly said, "Wait, no. Wait for just a minute."

He pulled back. "What's wrong," he asked, confused. She had seemed to really be enjoying herself.

"It's just that, I'm, well. I never,-" She huffed.

"You never what?"

"I've never had sex. I'm still a virgin." She said it as though she was shamed. He pulled back to look at her. "Really?" She nodded.

"Oh, umm, does that mean you don't want to…" he trailed off.

"What, no, I do, I just, some guys have a problem with that; say it's to much hassle and commitment. I just didn't want you to feel that way." He shook his head.

"Trust me, I don't." He leaned back in and started kissing her neck again.

"Ok, I just, I think…" He sighed and pulled back.

"What's the matter? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"It's not that, it's just, I would never be able to use your bathroom again if we had sex on this counter."

He looked at her and then chuckled. She blushed. He couldn't help it though. His chuckled turned into full on body shaking laughter with his head thrown back.

"Stop laughing at me," Eva said defensively. He heard that she was upset through her voice, cracking a bit. He forced himself to take several deep breaths.

"I'm sorry, I just think it's funny. You're about to have your first sexual encounter and you're worried about where it's going to happen? I just thought girls worried about other stuff, you know? I didn't mean to laugh." He added the last part with a glance through his lashes. Her worried face slipped and she giggled just a bit.

"Yeah, I guess. But don't laugh at me in anything sexual like that, I don't like it."

He put his hands up. "Yes ma'am. Was there anywhere you had in mind?"

She shrugged. "Your room seems like a good place." He nodded and then helped her hop down off the counter. "You go ahead, I'll grab your stuff." She nodded and headed out of the bathroom towards the stairway. He snatched up her shirt and shorts and set them on the counter. He then put his back to the bathroom door and reached down, into his jeans and boxers, giving himself a few strokes to make sure he was hard. He didn't want anything to go wrong. Not with Eva.

Zipping back up, he grabbed her stuff once more and followed her path, down the stairs and through his door. He stopped when he saw her there, under the covers, towel tossed across his recliner and hand lightly tracing the spot next to her, where he was wanted.

He kicked the door shut and then bolted the lock into place. He wasn't taking any chances of anyone busting in. He did a mental fist pump and then started for the bed.

Alright, here's your update : ) I'm so nice right? *Crickets* …Ok, moving on. As always, please review and let me know what you think. P.S. Like our dear Eva, I have also never had a hangover so I don't know what they really feel like. I get that it was probably too fast to have went away, but she slept a lot of it off…? Right? No? Who cares, sue me. Just kidding. Hope you guys enjoy, love to hear from you.