"Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god," I sputtered, shuffling away from Donald and tangling my legs around the sheets, causing me to tumble onto the ground. I hit my head against the wooden floor, thus yelping, "Oww!" Before leaping back up to realise the terrible situation I was in.

"Why are yo-?!" I screeched before grunting and holding my hands to my head again, proving now that I was far too hungover to deal with yelling. I lowered my voice, glaring and confused at Donald. "Why are you here? Where is your shirt? Did we have sex?" I had so much more to ask but Donald interrupted me before I could blurt it all out.

"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" He asked, finding his glasses to frame his face.

Before I could answer, the door opened. "Lucy, Donald," Beca arrived, holding a bag of McDonald's in her hand, "I uh, got you guys some breakfast."

"Beca?" I murmured, even more confused as to how she wasn't shrieking like a hyena like I wanted to. "What the hell happened last night?!"

Donald and Beca shared a glance before Beca helped me sit back on my bed.

"Lucy, do you really think you should be doing this?" Donald stumbled as I dragged him up the stairs of my dorm. "I love the fact that you're super laid back now, but I don't think we should be doing this."

"Shhh, Donald, Shh.." I hushed him, opening the door to my room. "Don't act like such a virgin, we both know you're not."

He scoffed, beginning to be a little irritated at my behaviour, "Yeah but don't act like you're not a virgin. I'm not taking advantage of your first time when you're this wasted."

"Not a virgin?" I hiccuped, turning back at him to raise my eyebrows as I took off my shoes. "I'm not a virgin."

Donald paused, probably reliving the moment where I had confessed something not even Jesse knew. I gasped, covered my mouth and giggled, "Oops... Probably shouldn't have said that... Don't-Don't tell Jesse! Sshhh... He doesn't know about it..."

"You're..." Donald murmured under his breath, "You're not a virgin."

I nodded as I began to unbutton his sweater. Donald pushed me off and sat me on my bed. "I'm not doing any of that with you, Lucy. Not tonight."

"Is it-Is it because I'm not a virgin?" I pouted, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt to keep him close. My vision blurred as I sat down, giving me he biggest urge to lie down. I blurted out as much as my brain could handle before I felt my eyelids go heavy. "It wasn't like a one night stand or anything... It was my first boyfriend, Jonathan. Y-You know high school and putting out with your boyfriend..."

"No... Lucy, it's not because of that. It's because you're drunk. You'd hate me if I did anything with you in this state," He sighed, removing my hands from his shirt. I could almost feel his pity touch me.

"He dumped me soon after," I began to blubber, feeling my eyes burn up and soon enough, I felt tears run down my face. I began to sob. Like... Ugly cry.

I saw Donald laugh a little saying, "Man, you should see how you look right now."

I groaned and fell back on my bed, pushing my face into the pillow as I sobbed harder. I heard Donald shuffle around a bit, so I lifted my head and saw him slowly head out the door.

"Noooo...!" I whined, reaching out to him with grabby hands like an infant. "Stayyyy!"

"Lucy, you really need some water. Let me get some for you before you go to sleep."

I frowned, leaning my head back into the pillow as I watched him leave my room. He probably wasn't coming back. I had made a fool out of myself because I decided to get drunk at the first party I was invited to at college. Why did I do that? Donald was driving me crazy, my attraction to him was pulling me overboard, making me choose to do some ridiculous decisions. I now knew that it was worse when I decided to add alcohol to that equation. It was his fault for flirting at such an extent with me! God knows I haven't felt like that in years... Even admitting to the past that I had kept secret for so long... I thought moving out of my high school suburb would allow me to leave my past behind, yet I forgot that I carried it either wherever I went. I sighed, feeling dizzy at the slightest movement. I closed my eyes.

"Lucy," I heard him say my name, causing me to open my eyes slightly and see him kneeling down beside my bed. "Drink this before you pass out on me."

Grogginess overtook me and I struggled to sit up to take the glass. Donald had to hold me as I wobbled against my own weight. After sipping a bit, I couldn't take the sensitivity of my stomach with the water, so I pushed the glass away and laid back down. I felt my throat bubbling with air and acid.

He urged me to drink more, "Lucy you're going to feel like crap in the morning if you don't drink this whole glass."

"Can't... Gonna.. Puk-"

And then it happened. I threw up, all over the side of my bed, the floor beside me and worst of all, all on Donald's front. I sighed, regretting the action immediately as I felt some vomit make its way back down my throat. I covered my mouth and groaned loudly, "I'm so sorry, oh my god, I'm-I'm so sorry..."

I watched Donald stay frozen as he felt his body start to soak in my vomit. "Oh God," was all he could muster to say after a few seconds of realising what had happened.

"Oh God," another voice suddenly yelped. I saw that it was Beca in the doorway with widened eyes and a most confused look plastered on her face.

"Beca," Donald hurriedly said, "Please, help me," he begged desperately, arms stiff in fear that the vomit would soak through even quicker if he moved an inch.

"Take off your shirt geez!" Beca shouted, shuffling around the room to look for some tissues or towels or something. I whined in the process, still feeling sick with intoxication.

Donald began to take off his sweater and then his shirt, looking around for some tissues to wipe himself dry. "Lucy..." He said in a panic, receiving some tissues from Beca as he wiped his chest and then used the rest of the tissue box to wipe up the mess I had made. "I can't believe this..."

"Don't go..." I whimpered, feeling my vision go dark. "D-Don't..."

"Oh my god..." I cringed, feeling sorry for the deity's name I had used so much in vain as of late. "Guys I am so sorry..."

Beca gave me a sympathetic smile, "If it helps, a lot of people's first time drinking ends up like yours."

"You didn't tell Jesse did you?!" I shrieked, worried as hell that he would be storming in and scolding me for being so irresponsible. Not that he was in any position to speak.

"I figured you didn't want Jesse to get in your business this time," She replied, "I kept quiet."

I sighed in relief, then moving onto the next topic of anxiety, "I vomited... Everywhere..." I wanted to curl up into a ball and just die right there, erase my existence and pretend as if I had never done anything in my life. I gave Donald my most apologetic look and whispered sadly, "I'm so sorry Donald..."

Like Beca, he too, gave me a sympathetic smile. He replied, "At least we know now what your limit is."

I buried my palms into my face, hiding my guilty and embarrassed expression from the pair. "I don't even know where to begin to make it up to you guys."

"If I'm ever as drunk as you were, I'll trust you to have my back," Beca smirked. "At least you can know how it feels when the time comes."

I peered over at Donald, who was drying his shirt on the window sill, as he had washed it the night before. He glanced back at me and let out a small chuckle, "I don't know if there's a way for you to make it up to me. You did vomit all over me, after all."

I closed my eyes, trying to get that image out of my head. "I figured you wouldn't want me around anymore after hearing that... I get it, I don't know if I would want to be friends with a crazy drunk person like me."

"I never said I didn't want to be friends, I just need some time to think of a way for you to make it up to me," He smiled. "I'm not angry. I was more so worried that you would hit your head somewhere and end up in a coma."

"Donald, your shirts dry now," Beca commented, taking the clothing off the sill and passing it to him, who was still half lying down in my bed.

Come to mention it, as an inappropriate time as it was, he was looking really nice in my bed... He wasn't skinny, but he wasn't super muscular. He was just right... Toned arms, nice stomach, his chocolate skin looked pretty tasty for that moment I zoned out. Donald must've noticed me staring at his arms and chest as he laughed, "Are you checking me out?"

Beca raised an eyebrow and quickly jumped in, "That's my queue to get out. Breakfast is on your table, Luce. See ya nerds."

I stared at the breakfast on the table and immediately noticed the bitter taste in my mouth of vomit and alcohol, still sitting there from the previous night. I stood up, grabbing my towel and clothes to take a shower.

"I'm not hungry. I'm going to take a shower so... Thanks for looking after me last night, Don," I gave him a small smile, "You are now released from captivity."

"Good, I didn't want to stay any longer in case I get caught sleeping in the girls' dorm," He agreed, putting his shirt back on. Donald gave me a smile before heading out the door, but he stopped in his tracks as he gave a glance at the breakfast sitting on the table.

"I suddenly know a way for you to make it up to me."

My eyes sparked, looking forward to apologise for my behaviour, "How?"

"Go on a date with me."

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