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1. Chapter 1

The sound of a door slamming jolted me awake. I groggily propped myself up on my elbows still laying on my stomach. The sound of two people talking filled the air as my headache set in.

'Great.' I thought.

I slowly opened my eyes and surveyed the place. I was on a couch, in what appeared to be a living room, only it wasn't my living room...

I looked around some more.

There were plastic red cups and paper plates scattered messily on the floor. I looked down at myself only to find that my shirt was missing and that all I was wearing was a pair of basketball shorts and my bra.

'Classy Peyton' I thought sarcastically to myself, knowing that i didn't even own a pair of these shorts.

It took every ounce of energy left in my body to pull myself up. I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, and my head in my hands.

'Where was I?' I thought.

I looked around slowly, my vision becoming more clear as I blinked away the sleep. I saw my phone on the coffee table. I eagerly reached for it, only to discover that it was dead.

"Shit." I murmured to myself as I tried to stand to find a shirt and leave.

I practically collapsed. Feeling my knees grow weak and my head spin I began to sink to the floor when something stopped me.

"Woah careful there." A low voice chuckled, effortlessly saving me from falling. His strong hands firmly gripping my forearms as I composed myself. "You okay there?" He asked concern clear in his tone.

"Yea, yea. I'm good." I lied not daring to look up and see who it was.

"Alright well we should probably get you cleaned up and home. My mom will be here in an hour so you just gotta be gone by then." he said slowly releasing my arms.

I looked up at him. Damn he was gorgeous. My eyes got lost in his chocolate brown orbs. I couldn't say anything I just stood there. Finally after what felt like forever I awkwardly nodded.

"Ok uh the bathroom's upstairs and to the left." He said looking at me skeptically. "Do you need help?" He asked noticing my condition.

"No I got it." I mumbled softly as I attempted to make my way up the stairs.

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