Author's note: I am so unbelievably sorry for not writing for so long. I forgot how I wanted the plot of this story to go and hence came my writer's block. Fun fact I'm actually going to a screening of Perks next week so I am pretty excited :D Anyway here goes…

*The morning after*

Jo's POV

I suddenly felt weak at the knees. I sat back down on the bed quickly feeling as if the wind had just been knocked out of me. Nick was still lying on the bed unconscious and shirtless which did not help with easing my conscience. The worst case scenarios rushed through my head as I realised that I had no recollection of the events that took place last night after Bob and I had some a little too much fun with a little too much alcohol. Okay, maybe not so little… How could I have been stupid enough to react that way? I should have just given Patrick a chance to explain what happened I mean a kiss doesn't always have to mean something. It could have been a goodbye kiss or a last kiss or maybe Brad just initiated the whole thing and Patrick was too shocked to react. Oh Patrick… And now he'd spent the whole night outside the door of the room where I was locked in with Nick of all people doing God knows what!

I pushed myself up from the bed and took a few long, deep breaths trying to steady myself. Never mind that. I slowly started to pace the room occasionally letting out a very long exasperated sigh. I needed a plan. And then my fight or flight response finally kicked in so I grabbed any items in the room that belonged to me, found my jacket and opened the door out of the room. Patrick was still sleeping but even in his sleep he appeared troubled and my heart broke seeing him in that state. But right now the most important thing was getting out so I took my shoes off and stepped over him as cautiously as I could without making any noise. As I walked down the stairs and out of the house I tried to remain composed. I managed to quickly find my car and drove home.

Luckily neither of my parents was home what with their business trips and all and I was perfectly happy in the solitude and quiet of my kitchen. I quickly made myself some eggs and garlic bread - best hangover food at least according to me- and ate my breakfast before making myself a large cup of green tea. I needed to think this through with a calmer mind. I decided that before I speak to Patrick about what happened I should probably find out what happened with Nick however considering it was still pretty early in the morning I decided to run myself a hot bath. As I waited for the bathtub to fill I found myself pacing again and trying to remember anything that could hint towards how I ended up in a room alone with Nick. Unfortunately I could remember nothing so I finally submerged myself in the hot water and bubbles trying to relax myself. After thirty minutes or so I got out and found my phone. Scrolling through my contacts I thought about calling Patrick but I couldn't gather enough courage to actually do so. Instead I found Nick's number and texted him with a short message: 'We need to talk.'

No reply for about an hour and I was slowly losing my mind. I felt myself getting very tired and sleepy. I didn't know whether it was minutes or hours but I dozed off for while only to be woken up by a message from Nick telling me to meet him immediately. I got dressed grabbed my car keys and rushed out the door quickly driving to our meeting location.

We met at a small café which was quite empty and it was guaranteed no one from our school would run into us there. I spotted Nick in the corner of the café and made my way over to him.

"Hi." He said when I sat down.

"Hey."

"Look about yesterday-" He began but I cut him off.

"Yes about yesterday. What the hell happened yesterday?" I asked.

"I was about to ask you the very same thing. Listen, I don't remember much of what happened. Bob was giving me more of those special drinks he made and the next thing I know we're in a room together kissing and-" I cut him off again.

"Wait, what?! We kissed? Oh God…" I trailed off trying to figure out how I'm going to explain any of this to Patrick.

"You don't remember either? Damn it. I thought maybe you'd fill in the blanks for me."

We stayed quiet for a while both of us trying to figure out what happened between us last night.

"Did we…umm? Do you know if anything else happened between us?" I asked slowly trying to make sure that he understood what I was actually asking.

"I honestly can't remember Jo. I mean maybe we did maybe we didn't… I don't know." He put his hands around his head and breathed out loudly in frustration.

"Shit." I said to myself sitting back. The realisation of how badly I just screwed up really hitting me.

"Maybe this doesn't have to be as bad as it sounds. I mean if neither of us remembers what happened then we can just move on and forget about the whole thing."

"Yes let's forget about it. Let's forget about the fact that I have a boyfriend who I really care about, who trusts me and I just slept with someone else. Let's forget about that, shall we?" I snapped at Nick sounding more than pissed off.

"A boyfriend who trusts you yet kisses other guys?" He snapped back at me.

"How do you even know about that?!" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You were upset when you came to talk to me and eventually you told me." He said.

"If I was upset then how did we end up kissing?"

"Well after that we did a few shots and then I'm guessing one thing lead to another and we can only assume how the rest goes."

"So I was upset and you still decided to go for it?" My tone was a little accusatory. I had a tendency to blame everyone but myself for my mistakes.

"Hey! It takes two to tango so don't put this all on me." He retorted.

"Okay, you're right I'm sorry. It's just that I think I may have really messed up my relationship with a guy who really didn't deserve this. I have to go Nick, let me know if you remember anything at all."

"I will. And good luck with Patrick."

I left quickly not wanting to spend another moment with Nick as each minute just made me feel worse about what I had done…

I drove home where I noticed Patrick sitting on my doorstep as I pulled into the driveway. I stepped out of the car slowly trying to think of anything I could say to not make this situation any worse than it already was.

"Patrick, I-"

"So I woke up this morning," He started to say with an angry, malicious tone. "After having spent most of the night trying to find my girlfriend so that I could apologise and explain a kiss with someone who happens not to be my girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter, because I obviously thought that she would be upset. I mean I asked everyone around and somehow she managed to stay out of my sight for the rest of the night. At first I thought you had left. But then Brad found me again so that he could explain what happened. How he came onto me. I mean I only kissed back because it was Brad. You know what that's like – specimen A being Will." Patrick knew where to hit with his knife.

"Anyway, he helped me look for you and when we finally found you it turns out you found Nick! Nick who's been clearly trying to get you to go out with him since God knows when. And you really didn't seem to mind how close the two of you were. Didn't mind so much that apparently the two of you had even found a room for yourselves. Why don't you explain that to me, Joanna? Was it meant to be some kind of twisted revenge? Tell me because at this point I don't know how I'm supposed to feel towards you."

I was lost for words. From the scene this morning I could have guessed that Patrick knew what happened but I didn't realise how hurt he would be.

"Patrick. I'm so sorry. I saw you with Brad and then I just started drinking and honestly I don't remember anything that happened. I woke up today and I panicked so I left. Look, I spoke to Nick earlier and-"

"Oh that's great. You decided to see him before even contacting me to explain what happened or to at least let me know that you got home safe. Do you know how worried I was by the way? You disappeared."

"Just let me explain-"

"Okay fine. Explain. What happened between you and Nick last night?"

"I don't know." I replied quietly turning my head away.

"What do you mean you don't know?! How can you not know if you just slept with someone else?" He shouted running his hands through his hair.

"I can't remember okay! And neither can Nick! I'm sorry this happened Patrick!" I shouted back.

"This didn't just happen Jo! You made it happen! You and Nick both…"

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to fix this. I don't know what I can say to you to make it better. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. You must know that, Patrick. I don't have any feelings for Nick, I promise. But at the same time all the blame can't go on me for this. I'm not going to try and make excuses for myself I did what I did. But you also did what you did and you have no idea how much it hurt me to see you with the guy you were in love with!" I shouted stepping closer to him.

"I know what I did! But I also told you the truth behind what really happened! I don't know how I can make this any clearer for you Joanna – he kissed me, that's all that happened. You cheated on me!" He threw his arms in the air in frustration.

"That's probably because you cheated on me first!"

"What, were you trying to even the score? You slept with the guy, I didn't!"

At this point I was too angry at him to realise how ridiculous I was being. I knew Patrick wouldn't have slept with Brad. But that didn't stop me…

"Who knows maybe you would've if I hadn't walked in?" I shouted back.

"Is that really how little trust you have in me?" He asked completely taken aback.

"No, of course not but how do I know you don't have feelings for Brad anymore? Only a few months ago I was comforting you because of what happened with him."

"Yeah and then this magical thing happened where I started to have feelings for you." He replied sarcastically. "Jo, this just… maybe we should just take a break. I don't think this relationship can work if either of us has some loose ends to tie up with other people and even so right now I don't know if I can be with you after what happened last night."

"Are you saying that we should break up? Come on Patrick we've been through worse than this, we can work this out." I said with determination.

"Maybe we can but not right now."

"Patrick I'm really sorry." My voice trembled as I spoke and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"I know. So am I."

And with that he walked away.