I woke up this morning with a severe hangover. My memory from last night was quite fuzzy but it cleared up leaving the highlights after taking a dosage of aspirin. My body yearned for me to slip under my blanket and fall asleep once again. I only wish I remembered what I was thinking. Last night, I attended a party and drank. That's obvious considering that's what people do at these kind of parties. Another typical thing I did was slept with a guy. This guy was the last person on my mind during the party. Zach Samuels. Blame it on my friend Jack Daniels.

Honestly, I don't talk to him much. We're competitive in nature and decided on each other as competent rivals. We didn't compete in academics or sports but pranks. This "war" began a few weeks after I moved to suburbia. He switched into my class after the first semester of 3th grade. Something long and pink dropped onto my skirt when I slipped my sandwich out of the plastic bag. I caught him laughing with his friends and claiming he had done it. He later apologized and offered me his lunch. When our teacher wanted one of us to volunteer to present our projects on a state, he tripped me making the class laugh at my fumble. Instead of telling on Zach like the normal elementary school kid, I retaliated. Our teacher took pictures of us painting portaits of each other outside. I convinced him to put on some "war paint" to make him look cooler. Lacking a mirror, he insisted that I should do it for him. I drew rainbows and flowers on his cheeks. That picture made the yearbook's cover. In more recent years, things became more devious and complex.

Zach seduced me last night. He drove me home and led me to my room. My parents were out at a dinner party with business partners. I woke up with my blanket draped over my naked body. The situation already was not looking good. I retrieved my clothes from the staris and the hallway. I took a quick shower to clear my mind a bit more hoping that I could remember more.

I heard a distinct voice nearby as I placed my books into my locker. I turned around to look at the deserted hallway. The person speaking must be around a corner where most of the students are.

"I saw Zach and Holly driving off last night. Hands were wandering, if you know what I mean."

I heard a familiar voice, deep and bass-like. "Sorry. Raping girls isn't my thing. Guys like you make us look bad."

I smiled to myself glad he defended me and clarified the events from last night.

My friends being how they are only gave me looks that they knew of the rumor. My group of friends shouted for Taylor, their friend that took us to the party in the first place.

She turned to me. "I called you so many times last night! Where'd you go?"

What I wanted to say was "You called once and didn't leave a message." Instead, I replied, "I went home early because I started feeling a bit sick."

She acknowledged my answer like I was in denial of having sex with Zach. "Well, I had the best time last night. Reese Sanders asked me out!" I tuned her out and muttered an excuse to not being there.

I usually pay attention in class but not today. I thought about his words and actions. He confused me greatly. I stopped thinking about it when I was called to answer a question. The teacher smirked trying to embarrass me in class. Zach glanced at me and whispered, "Imaginary numbers."

I repeated his answer. The teacher only frowned and continued the lesson. I turned to thank him but he gave the impression that he didn't want to be disturbed. Faint sounds of music came from his hidden headphones. I ripped a piece of paper and scribbled a note instead. Thank you. I placed the note on his desk and left when the bell rang.

You know, Zach Samuels can be really nice.

A nearby lowerclassman squealed and pointed to the stairs outside. "Oh my god! Look! Zach Samuels has a bra!"

I stared at the stairs in disbelief. Zach smirked with an evil glint in his eyes. He twirled the familiar bra around his finger.

I am going to kill that bastard.