Abby had a terrible headache when the alarm in her phone rang.
8 am already?
She could barely open her eyes wide to look for her clothes all over the messy room. Her mouth tasted like alcohol and her hair smelled like cigarettes.
It was already late, but she ran into the shower in a rush. With her body still covered in foam soap, she ran back to the bedroom in which she almost slipped because she couldn't find a damn towel.
Her jeans and underwear became slightly wet, and she was already driving crazy because she couldn't find her own bra. But there was no time for that- she put on her blouse and prayed her classmates wouldn't see her breasts... Right.
She took without permission an old jacket of his and blew a goodbye kiss before running out of the apartment.
As she jogged down the street directed to the campus, she started to think about the messy hair she wanted to hide under her cap, the unattended breakfast she never thought to prepare, and the suspicious looks she had to deal with since she left the apartment.
What could she do at that point? As she slowed down the step, she embraced her fate and looked back at the people gossiping about her, waving and smiling, giving a damn.
And for the first time in that morning, she could remember proudly what she had done; a couple of fellas had seen them flirting here and there back at Josh's party, but the couple had never paid enough attention to each other to even kiss.
In one second, Nigel's roommate was looking for him so he could lend the key to their apartment, but he could never find him. Some started to gossip about those two, started assumpting, and started getting jealous.
Yes. She had slept with Nigel Uno and spent the night at his apartment.
And it had been delicious.
