Ella's POV

My head was killing me and I felt sick. I flinched as the sun hit my eyes. I groaned as I sat up and my head spun and I felt the contents of my stomach gurgle to my throat.

I walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.

I had bags under my eyes and my face was hollow and sickly pale. I looked like someone had taken picture of Iggy, thrown up on it, let the dog eat it, then have the dog throw it up then let it fry in the sun. Thinking of Iggy made me groan as memories came flowing back.

I remembered him carrying me home and helping me to bed. I frowned as I remembered him holding my hair and patting my back as I puked my guts out, and how he eventually pulled away from me and refused to take advantage of me, even though that's what he's all about, and the way he forced me to drink water because he knew it'd be good for me and my hang over wouldn't be so bad.

I was so confused. Why did Iggy take such good care of me? Why didn't he take advantage of me when I was moving on to him? Why was Iggy being nice to me?

Then the memories of what happened before came back. The dancing on the table. The removal of the dress. Oh god! I'd never be able to show my face at school again! No to mention what my friends would say. Or what Iggy would say.

I decided that it would be best if I pretended to forget everything from when I fell off the table, forward, so Iggy would have nothing over me.

I pulled some jeans on and a comfy shirt and hoodie and my darkest sunglasses. I made my way downstairs and saw Max sitting at the table, no Fang in sight.

"Wow. You look like shit" she laughed and I gave her the bird.

"I heard you made quite an impression at the party" she continued to laugh. "This is not a laughing matter! I thought you checked my soda?" I yelled at her but it hurt my head. "I did, but they must have spiked it later on" she shrugged. So much for sisterly love she has going on here.

"What about later? Why weren't you there?" I asked. "Me and Fang went out for dinner" she shrugged. "Where's mum" I winced, thinking of how much trouble I'd be in.

"Don't worry, she got called in a day early so you have four days to sober up before she gets home" Max said and I sighed some relief.

"So what do you remember?" Max asked, facing me.

"Umm, well the last thing I remember is falling off the table, after that it's all black" I lied. It was a good thing I could lie really well. "So you don't remember how you got home or anything?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Nope" I said casually, popping the P.

"I'm sure you'll remember eventually" she got up and washed her bowl.

"I'm going over to Fang's. Wanna come?" Max asked and I said no straight away.

She left and I headed back up to my room for it was too light in the lounge room.

I flopped onto my bed and was drifting off when the one thing I didn't want to hear, announced itself into my hearing range.

"Yo" Iggy called from his room. "What do you want Black?" I asked.

"Wow, someones grumpy" he whistled. "Yeah well I feel like shit and I can probably never show my face in school again" I snapped.

"Yeah. Good fun last night. Good fun" he chuckled.

"I'm sure it was, not that I remember half of it" I lied. "You don't?" He asked. "Nope. Everything from falling off the table forwards is blank" I continued to lie. "Ohh" he said and it was silent. In the silence I fell asleep.

I slept off the hang over and didn't leave my bed for most of the weekend, dreading what was to come.