Diandra woke up with a jump, hearing the shattering of glass not far when where she slept. Her eyes flew open and she sat upright, looking around the room. She was surprised to see a tall, somewhat muscular figure looking shocked. Rubbing her eyes, she looked clearly at the scene once more. Apparently she wasn't dreaming. It really was a guy, a dark haired one. A mask of surprise passed through her face and she stared open mouthed at him. She looked down at herself and saw that she was half naked. The only thing she had on was her undergarments and an oversized shirt thrown over her bra. She watched as the guy bent down to pick the glass and then threw it into the bin. “Who are you?” She blurted out, her voice raspy and dry.

The guy turned around, surprised. But when he realized that it was her, his face relaxed into a smile. “Hey.” He said in a deep voice as he moved closer towards her. It was then she realized that he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey sweat pants.

“You dont remember last night, do you Diandra?” He asked, as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

At first she was reluctant to admit that things had gone spiraling out of control. She’d never consumed that much alcohol in her whole entire life. After all, she was a few months passed sixteen. Her memory of last night was foggy. She remembered drinking a few bottles of beer, downing tequila shooters then going to the dance floor. After that, it was all a blur for her.

“No, not really.” She admitted after a pause.

“Well then, let me reintroduce myself.” He said, smirking a little. “I'm Hunter. Hunter Garroway. Senior of Graves and Roses Academy. Apparently, I go to the same school as you do." He told her.

While he was talking, she was slowly processing every word he was saying. At the end of it, she couldn’t believe what he said. “What? What?! You...you go to Graves and Roses Academy? She asked wide eyed, her voice breaking on the last word.

“Yeah. I don't see a problem with that. He said, looking at her curiously. Hunter looked as though there was nothing wrong with that fact. It made her want to slap him. Didn’t he realize that if he said one word about this,that Jason would comelooking for him, and probably kill him? Plus, she would then be named a slut for cheating on her boyfriend.

“Oh my God.” She groaned as she put her head in her hands. Soon, she felt big, warm hands cover over hers, holding her hands.

“What’s the matter? Is that really a bad thing?” He asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“Yes! If say a word about this, I will kill you. I swear, I will.” She said, looking at him.

“What?!” He asked, looking taken aback. “Say a word about what?”

Obviously exasperated, she sighed deeply then took a deep breath. “About this. This…scene. Me, half naked. You, shirtless.” She said, softly, not daring to look him in the eye.

“Huh. Okay. I don’t recall me saying I was going to tell the whole school about this.” He told her.

“Yes, I know. I’m just telling you. Besides, its freaky waking up in a room with a guy who goes to the same school as you do.” She explained. She sighed and looked at her hands, which were still in his grasp. “Sorry.” Diandra murmured softly, looking down and not at him.

“Silly girl.” He laughed quietly, using one of his hands to take Diandra's chin so that he could see her face clearly. “There's nothing to be sorry for.” He told her softly, placing a soft but sweet kiss lightly on her lips.

“Besides, whatever you thought happened between us last night, didn't happen.” He said, smirking as he hopped of the bed and walked inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.