When Faith woke up the morning after the night before, she felt like she'd been hit round the head with a baseball bat. Motherfuck, what had she been drinking? With a groan she reached over to her right, she always kept a glass of water on her nightstand, but all she felt was something soft and warm. Something rising and falling steadily. Looking over in surprise, Faith scrambled away from the body next to her until her back was against the wall. With her heart beating fast she looked around. Where the fuck was she? Looking under the blankets she and the stranger were tangled in, her eyes went wide. Where were her clothes?

This was too weird. Okay, first things first, she would find her clothes and find out where the hell she was. Preferably without waking up whoever this was next to her. It couldn't be a student, they weren't in any campus room. Oh Melrin, had she fucked some old guy? His back didn't look wrinkly.

Ungracefully, Faith crawled over his body, taking the blanket with her and wrapping it around herself as she hunted around his floor, finding only one of her shoes. Little bits of the night were coming back to her. Had there been legos? Something like that. As she went to get a better look at his dude's face she groaned. Flossy. Flossy was crawling on his head. "Flossy, if you wake this shit head up, I am feeding you to the fishes" she whispered harshly at the centipede, snatching her pet off of his face and contemplating hiding as he stirred.

"Err... Hello" Faith said awkwardly, looming over the boy (he definitely looked like a boy), grasping the insect in one hand and the blankets in the other.

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There was something squishy on his head but he really couldn't be fucked to push it off. He felt like death on a California highway. He'd had hang overs before but this was just obscene. Finally the squishy thing was gone and he heard a voice. A chick's voice. What the fuck had he done last night. He opened one eye and looked up seeing a blue blur. "Hey," he croaked. Something in his memory kicked in. Faith, the blue haired chick from the dance.

But why was she wrapped in his blankets. He opened his other eye and pushed himself up. "Oh fuck..." He was totally naked. He reached down, desperately hoping to find some boxers before he looked back at the girl. Sure she was pretty but he just didn't bring chicks home on the first night they met anymore! Relieved to find a pair of boxers on the floor he pulled them on and looked back at Faith.

"The fuck is that?" he asked noticing the little squirmy thing in her hand. He was sure that was what had been on his head this morning.

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"It's uh, Flossy" Faith mumbled, staring intently at the wall next to the boy and not at his chest or anything else that might be on show. "She's a centipede. Very good pets" she explained, putting the insect down on the dresser and continuing her search for clothes rather frantically. His name was Leland, that had suddenly come back to her. There was something else though, bigger than that.

Standing in the corner of the room with the clothes she had found she blushed slightly and rolled her eyes at her own body's betrayal. "Can you like, turn around?" she whispered as she stepped into her skirt.

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He had been staring at her dumbly, listening to her talk but not really hearing anything. "Oh! Yeah! Sorry," he turned and watched the wall intently while she got dressed. "Uh... so do you want some breakfast er something? I gotta wake Eddie up soon so she's not runnin' wild all night. We like pancakes if yer interested," he fiddled with his hands for a while, trying not to listen to her getting dressed.

"If ya wanna borrow a hoodie er something I got plenty..."

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Faith was buttoning up her shirt with fumbling hands as it hit her. Eddie. "Oh, yeah. Eddie." She silently mouthed all the cuss words she could remember behind his head, before plucking flossy off the dresser and dropping her into her shirt pocket. She didn't know what it was, but she sure did feel hungry. Like she'd been hit by a ton of bricks and woken up a week later without any food. She hesitated. On one hand, she could bail as quick as possible. Maybe no one on campus was up yet, they wouldn't see her. But...

"I like pancakes" she mumbled, grabbing a random hoodie off the floor and shoving it over her head. "You can turn around now" she said with a small smile. "That was some crazy shit last right, right?"

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Leland turned and looked at her sympathetically. "Yeah, someone musta spiked that punch something fierce," he nodded. "I don't really remember much. Sorry if I was... too forward or whatever," he rubbed the back of his head and hurriedly grabbed another hoodie off the floor for himself. He zipped it up, covering his chest to alleviate the sudden embarrassment. He had hooked up with girls for one night stands before but he had never felt so bad about it. Like he had taken advantage of her.

He lead her into the kitchen. Thank goodness over the years he had learned how to cook from Aunt Maria, he was pretty good at it. "So Faith," he said getting ingredients from the refrigerator. "You still live on campus?" he set the griddle on the stove top and started mixing the batter for pancakes. It was easier to cook when Eddie was still sleeping, she had a tendency to make a bigger mess than necessary.

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"Something went down" Faith agreed. "I didn't drink anything last night." She nodded at his apology, though from what she had remembered it hadn't exactly been Leland who had been forward. She hated not waking up in her own bed, which is why she usually left parties instead of crashing. Standing awkwardly just inside the kitchen she peeked out of the window to see where they were.

"Yeah I live on campus. I'm a junior" she muttered, pulling the curtain back for a better look. "We are still... near campus right? In America, at least?"

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"Me either," he shook his head. "Just some 'a that punch..." then it dawned on him. Someone had to have put something in the punch. "Maybe we all got roofied," he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Fucking roofies." He thought he had left the world where that was possible behind him. Blue Ridge was supposed to be safe.

Fuuuuuuuuck. He had sex with a junior. A fucking junior. He did the best he could to keep his face neutral and started making egg and bacon paninis to go along with their pancakes. He laughed at her next question though. "Yeah, yeah, we're still in America. I live in the Mountain Top Apartments. We're right in town. I can drive you back to campus after breakfast. I have some over due library books I should return," he mumbled.

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"Why would someone do that?" Faith puzzled. Spiking the punch only asked for trouble. "Fuck all this shit" she said angrily. "First I get turned into a fucking guy and now I got roofied? How is this school still open" she grumbled. Still, she felt a little better. Everyone else must be in the same boat. Perhaps even worse things had happened!

Faith considered asking him to drop her off outside campus so they didn't get spotted together, but swallowed the question and smiled. "Yeah great, thanks." She finally moved away from the window and relaxed a little.

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"Fuckin' jerks," he said flipping the first batch of pancakes. He liked multi-tasking in the kitchen. It made it easier to focus on the food and less on the girl in his kitchen. He had never felt so awkward about anything in his life. He smiled at the thought of the gender switch day though. "Hey, I made a pretty cute girl," he snorted goofily but went right back to staring at the cooking food.

"Yeah, no problem," he couldn't really look her in the face. He had to keep looking past her. He felt even worse now knowing she was younger. "Look, I aint no creep or anything. I'm a second year magical crafting student. I wouldn't ever take advantage 'a someone, ever."

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"I looked like my dad. For a whole day. That is the most traumatising thing that has happened to me" Faith joked. It was the second most traumatising now.

Faith breathed a little sigh of relief and wrapped her arms around herself. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're not some jerk off old man" she said to make him feel better. She felt sorry for him, truthfully.

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He smiled warmly and finished making the paninis, two regular sized and one tiny one all cut up into even smaller pieces. He flipped over the last of the pancakes. "Yeah, probably not the best of pranks," he shook his head. "I'm startin' to think we might have a poltergeist."

He nodded, he hadn't met for this to happen. He smirked a little bit. "Yeah, that woulda been a nightmare," honestly, it could have been waaaaay worse. At least she was a she. "I'm gonna grab Eddie real quick," he turned off the burner and slid some pancakes onto each plate, cutting up the pancake on the smaller plate into little bits again. He set them on the small kitchen table and disappeared for a few minutes.

He returned to the kitchen with Eddie, barely awake and resting her head on his shoulder. He set her in her booster seat and handed her the plate of her food. "Does anyone want juice?" he asked.

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Faith tried not to look too panicked at the prospect of having breakfast with a baby, but at least it seemed to be asleep. Or at least tired. "I usually feel like that in the mornings too" she joked, nodding for juice.

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Leland grinned and turned to bring over some glasses and orange juice. Eddie finally looked up, locking eyes with the blue haired girl across the table from her. "Pretty!" she said loudly, as if she was finally awake. "Daddy! Blue!" she pointed at Faith.

"Yeah I know," he grinned returning with the juice. He poured two glasses and put some in her sippy cup. "No reachin' though, don't wanna get syrup in Faith's pretty hair right?" he joked.

Eddie smiled shyly and started eating her breakfast, occasionally sneaking peeks at the girl across the table and then giggling. Reaching over to wipe her mouth with a napkin, he accidentally knocked Eddie's sippy cup. It didn't spill but still... "Aw damn it daddy!" Eddie hollered pointing at the cup.

Leland blushed and put the cup back up. "Watch yer mouth when we have company Eddie."

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Faith gave Eddie the best smile she could muster and shoved pancakes in her mouth quickly. She looked across at the little girl as much as the little girl looked at her, sometimes meeting her eyes.

She almost choked when the little girl cussed and couldn't help laughing. "I think pancake just came outta my nose" she laughed, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of the hoodie.

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Leland felt relieved that she had laughed and could't help himself. He laughed too and patted Eddie's hair. Eddie giggled along as well, glad to have made the pretty lady smile.

"Pancakes out the nose huh? Pretty impressive feat," he grinned. "I s'pose the only person you can blame fer that mouth is me," he admitted.

"So what house you in?" he asked pushing the food around on his plate awkwardly. He felt like he should at least get to know her a little bit all things considering.

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Faith poked her tongue out at Eddie before taking a big swig of juice. "Well she's the coolest baby I know" she said.

She shrugged at his question and fiddled with her fork. Somehow hwat he asked made her feel kind of like a baby. "Roanoke. Whatever, it's lame" she laughed. "Did you go to school here?"

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Eddie giggled and made a face at Faith, putting her own syrupy hands up near her ears and crossing her eyes.

"Yeah, she's pretty awesome," Leland was practically beaming at the little girl. She really was his pride and joy, the only real family he had left.

He turned his attention back to Faith, grinning like a fool. "Oh yeah, I transferred in my sophomore year. I was a Shawnee."

Eddie smacked Leland with her moose. "Moosey pancake!" she demanded.

He laughed and and cut up some of his own pancake and put it onto her plate. "There. Is Moosey happy."

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded already shoveling the newly liberated pancake into her own mouth after pretending to feed it to the moose.

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She didn't really remember drinking, maybe blazing up a blunt or two, but Tatum definitely felt hung over. Opening her eyes felt like a monumental task, and she was content to just lay with her head half squished against the pillow, facing the wall and wishing that the headache building behind her eyes would back off. She was awake for almost fifteen minutes before she actually bothered to function, slowly opening her eyes and peering blearily around. Mack's arms were draped too heavily over her, she felt like she was sort of suffocating as the other girl clung to her from behind. There was something unpleasantly digging into the small of her back too, but it didn't feel like a knee or anything. "Baby, screw off," she murmured, trying to shrug the embrace that was held around her. And freezing as she actually took a look at the arms she was pushing away from herself.

Eyes wide, Tatum jolted up right, looking into the bed beside her and realizing for the first time that she definitely wasn't in Mack's bed. Or even her room. Dear God, that was Julian. Where the fuck were his clothes?! Letting out a squeaky little scream, she covered her face with one hand as she quickly grabbed the sheet and covered him up with it, though it really didn't hide much. Did that happen to all guys in the morning? That was sick. "Oh gross gross gross," she chanted, on the verge of hyperventilating as she began trying to get out of the bed.

Her face felt like it was on fire. That.. thing explained what was digging in her back, but it didn't explain how she got here. There was no way she was that drunk. Grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed, she hastily wrapped it around herself. Her mouth opened to tell Jules to get up, but her eyes went wide instead as she saw that horrible lacy dress she had worn to the dance, hanging half way off of his desk. Oh yeah, the lap dance in his desk chair.. Bits and pieces were coming back now, and she pretty much wanted to die.

"Julian, get up!" she hissed finally, grabbing up the nearest text book she could find and chucking it at him. One of the nice thick ones he was probably supposed to be studying for his midterms. "W-What the fuck just-- w-we didn't.. really, I mean.. did we?!"

She was on the verge of freaking out again, holding onto the side of the desk and holding the blanket around herself tightly too. "I think I-I'm gonna be sick," she decided.

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Julian had been having a very odd dream where Tatum's butch girlfriend was chasing him with a knife when the wind was suddenly knocked out of him and he woke up coughing. "Ow! Fuck! What?" He looked around blearily, someone had chucked a text book that had landed right in his gut. When he finally focused he gave a yell as he saw who was in his room.

"You! What are you doing here?" He looked around, panicked by Tatum's demeanor but unsure why. Something awful had happened. He gasped and grabbed the dress from his desk, horror on his face. "We had sex!" he choked out, flying out of bed and scrambling for some underwear and dammit, why wouldn't it go down he thought as he not very discreetly settled for tucking it into the waistband of his boxers.

"I didn't slip you anything! I swear to heaven I did not!"

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"M-Me! You brought me h-here, you-- this h-had to be your idea!" Tatum gasped back, feeling her face becoming incredibly flushed as Julian grabbed up the dress. Crossing back over to him in record time, she snatched it out of his hand, eyes wide. Turning her head away quickly as he began to dress and try to deal with his junk, she pressed a free hand over her face again, fighting the urge to be sick.

"This is-- w-what did.. of course you didn't, w-why you, I'm your-- ... well, you know! It w-would just be weird," she murmured quickly, assured that there had to be something more to whatever had happened. He might not have slipped her anything, but something weird had happened to them last night. It was more and more embarrassing the more she thought of it, and more bits and pieces she began to remember. If she had ever thought she was going to sleep with a Prideaux, it wasn't going to be him. She had figured her chances of that had died long ago now. Somehow, she was pretty sure Frankie would have been better, but she wasn't about to say so. Things were awkward enough.

"M-Mack is gonna kill me."

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When Jenny began to wake up, she noticed two things were wrong. She was, for one, far too close to the ceiling of her dormitory. Just a few inches, more than enough to smash her head if she sat up all of the way, and good that she had noticed. She was in Ella's bunk. Secondly, it was absolutely freezing in the room and she was vaguely uncomfortable. She soon realized that there were several factors contributing to this. Her bedroom window was cracked open to the February air, she had absolutely no blankets, and there were Scrabble and chess pieces scattered on her pillow, some stuck to her cheek.

Plus there was the fact that she was only wearing the lingerie she had so cleverly put on for Charlie the evening before.

Well, at least the evening had probably gone well. She hadn't given in and gone running to Sera, there was that. But where was Charlie? And for that matter, where was Ella? Obviously not in her own bed at half past seven in the morning. Noticing for the first time, Jenny felt someone behind her, seemingly sleeping with their bare back against her's.

She made a little face, turning over and expecting to see a familiar mop of blonde hair, but finding the back of Hendrix's head instead. Her eyes going wide, Jenny couldn't help but let out a little squeak. "Hendrix! What are-- where's Ella!?" she squealed.

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Hendrix had just been waking up when he heard a familiar voice squeaking at him. "El... s'prolly jus' a spider," he muttered, thinking his girlfriend was probably trying to wake him up to take care of some menace but wait... that wasn't right. That wasn't Ella's voice.

He opened his eyes and saw Jenny laying in bed next to him... in her lingerie!!! "Ahhh!" he rolled right out of the bunk, long limbs flailing and hit the floor hard. "Oh fuck!" he said laying on the ground. He looked down and realized he was only wearing his underpants. "Wh-wh-what happened last night? Where is Ella?" he scrambled to cover himself and looked up at Jenny, still red faced and sitting on the floor.

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Jenny let out another little shriek as Hendrix went tumbling out of bed and thumped hard onto the floor. She scooted over quickly, peering meekly over the side at him and then immediately closing her eyes tightly as he tried to cover himself up. "I don't know! She should be here! With you, not with.. w-we didn't, I mean we.. we wouldn't so we definitely wouldn't!" she rambled.

Cupping her hands over her face, she shook her head. "I was with Charlie and you were with Ella so like, where did they go?" she murmured, as she tried to wrack her brain, it suddenly started coming back nearly at once. Strip chess, that was right, oh god. But it still didn't explain where Ella went after she had dragged Hendrix away.

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"We couldn't..." he shook his head. Hazy memories of Jenny in her lingerie and playing chess crept into his mind. "We... played chess and scrabble right?" he ran a hand through his messed up hair. He might have kissed her a few times but he couldn't really remember that much from the night before.

"Oh god... she's never going to forgive me," he squeezed his head. What had he been thinking? Anyone else would have been all about twins but he was just starting to feel sick. What if he had messed it up beyond repair? "What even happened last night?" he asked, not daring to look up at Jenny.

He looked around and found his pants near a chess board in disarray. Reaching over he pulled them on quick.

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"W-We did. We just played games, right? Of course we did," Jenny agreed quickly, more trying to convince herself than anything as she kept her hands over her face. Had they kissed? Yes, they had definitely kissed. But luckily, she was pretty sure that was it, other than him seeing a bit more skin than he should have ever seen on her. He was like a brother, and this was beyond majorly weird.

"We.. We'll just explain to her. Maybe she's with somebody right now," she managed to get out, before quickly regretting it. Perhaps that wasn't the best image to put in his head right then, Ella in somebody else's bed. Who though? It could be anybody, and that made Jenny immediately worried too. "I don't know, we were.. I was looking for Charlie, and then I went to get a drink and I found you and we.. it was weird. It was like I was drunk, I don't know. My head feels like I was, but I really don't.. think we were," she tried to explain, trailing off. "But I really have no idea," she admitted, slightly deflated.

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Reaching around he found a t-shirt and tossed it up to her. "Here," he said quietly, trying to remember everything. "Yeah, we did. Though... it was strip versions," he admitted wincing just a little. This was just awful. Jenny was like his sister and she was his girlfriend's twin. This was just... not the way he had planned on waking up after the Valentine's dance.

"Oh god," he groaned. He didn't even want to think about Ella with anyone else. "I really hope no one took advantage of my Ella," he hide his face in his hands and he knew then he could have been just as guilty. "Oh stars I'm so sorry Jenny," he said looking up at her desperately. "I remember... I remember I thought you were wasted and I tried to sober you up with that punch... then I was drunk too..." his head was spinning a little, like he was hung over to the tenth degree.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated himself.

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"Yeah," Jenny replied slowly, catching the shirt and quickly pulling it over herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and pulling the tee over them so she was sort of cocooned inside. It was better than nothing. "I remember.. that stipulation of the rules. You didn't-- I mean, my.."

She trailed off, unsure of what to say. She had been about to try to comfort him and suggest that maybe it wasn't so bad since, it was just her, and beside the tattoo on Ella's buttcheek, it was all the same thing. But it really wasn't, and she grossed herself out by even comparing. It was so different.

"No, don't be sorry! I- It really wasn't anyone's fault. I don't think. It was.. just an accident," she murmured, peering over at him with a little pout. It felt like the hundredth accident to happen this year, and she was once again reminded that she had picked a hell of a year to become Head Girl.

"We'll figure everything out, and-- there's no way, right? Ella wouldn't.. not with somebody else. There's no way," she offered, though she was mostly just hopeful. If that potion had been strong enough to sway her and Hen into half-naked snuggles together in Ella's bed, then there was really no telling what the rest of the school was waking up to. She vaguely wondered where Sera was, and Charlie for that matter, and stopped before she made herself jealous on top of traumatized.

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He groaned and plunked down on Jenny's bed, covering his face with his hands. The night was slowly coming back to him now. He had been acting like an idiot and yes... playing strip chess but he hadn't been terribly uncouth. Still... the thought of the night before maybe him shiver. "Damn it," he muttered through his hands, staring up at the bottom of the bunk.

Hendrix felt sick. He couldn't think of Ella because every time he did he just thought of some other person wooing her away. She did deserve the best, maybe there was someone more suited for her. He just rolled over, curling into as small a ball as possible.

"Right," he said feeling just as hopeless as ever. He had no idea what he could do to make it better but even worse... what if she didn't want to fix it? What if she was just done with him? "We'll figure it out," he said quietly.

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Hendrix's lull into silence allowed Jenny to do the same, half mimicking him as she turned on her own side and pulled the pillow closer against her face. With nothing to really do but think, it was harder to keep her mind away from Charlie and Sera. Either one of them could be with anybody.. not that she was supposed to care who Sera ended up with. No one could really be much worse than that buffoon Max anyway..

Sighing heavily, Jenny flipped over on her other side. "Seriously, Hen.. we will, we really will. Everything, there has to be some logical explanation. There's always a logical explanation," she informed him, trying hard to believe in her words. There was something in that punch, and it had been strong. But they were out of it now, and she really hoped that everyone else was too. If everyone came to their senses, they could just sort everything out and it would be all good, right? Especially if Ella and Charlie were with other people too.. they had to understand.

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He nodded but realized she couldn't very well see him nodding from underneath the bunk. "Right," he said, a bit stiffly. "We'll be fine." He forced himself out of the bed and grabbed his shirt from the floor. "I should go try to find El," he said running a hand through his hair. Pulling his shirt on he looked at Jenny, a bit sadly. "Promise we won't be weird?" he asked.

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Sera wasn’t exactly a heavy sleeper and was generally up at the crack of dawn anyway, so hearing a faint shuffling sound from the other side of the room her eyes opened up instinctively. Figuring it had to just be Sim or Meka, she just pulled the blankets up abit and rolled over.. suddenly meeting a mop of blond hair. Her heart practically flew into her throat...

Jen! She just about gasped out loud before suddenly cluing in but not completely. It couldn’t be Jenny. She didn’t even remember talking to her. She had been looking for her but she ran into..Shit! Charlie! Suddenly remembering everything she ducked under the blankets further, trying not to move or dare rouse the other girl. What was she supposed to do? Jenny was going to kill her if she found out. Probably both of them actually. What were they thinking??

Still tucked under the blankets, curled with her back away from Charlie, she came to another realization. With everything she saw the night before that probably wasn’t Sim she heard moving around in Meka's bed either.

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Complaints came easy to Alex, and by the time that she began to wake up, her brain was already processing some. She couldn't ignore the way that the room smelled like the musty old library, and the bed was extremely uncomfortable. Were these really school issued sheets or something? People slept on something other than silk? Her eyes weren't even open, and she already felt sick to her stomach imagining the wretch that she would roll over and see beside her.

She shouldn't have drank so much last night, but it was really Charlie's fault in the end, for leaving her to drink and be miserable. If she had been with Charlie, she never would have gotten into whatever mess she was in now.

Turning on her side, however, even if Alex had drank and entire liquor store she never would have predicted who's bed she had ended up in. Who the fuck was this bitch? Wasn't she the class president or some other stupid position of supposed power? Nerds and losers, nothing but figureheads. But yet she was in bed with one, and quite a naked one at that.

She hadn't even noticed the other bed in the room, or Sera stirring behind her. "Oh, disgusting!" she groaned, as she began to remember what had happened the night before. That stupid punch she had been chasing her liquor with. Had this little bitch slipped her a roofie or something? "Gross!" she insisted again, giving Meka a rough shove away from her. There wasn't might room in the bed, but she really didn't care if the other girl fell out on her ass or not.

"Get away from me, you mongaloid!"

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Meka had felt someone moving beside her but she only grumbled and rolled away. "Cut it out Sim," she said without opening her eyes. The words and the voice weren't really registering but the shove really woke her up. "Simon!" she barked, finally rolling over to tell him to fuck off. She came face to face with Alexandria Quentin. Fuck. That's not Sim.

Her eyes went wide and she screamed in horror. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" she gather her blanket, making sure it was secured around her before fleeing the bed and going for her wand. Finding it on the floor near her bed she pointed it at the other girl. "The fuck did you do to me?!" she asked, her voice shaking.

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Being the heavy sleeper that she was, Charlie wasn't particularly stirred by all of the yelling that was happening. She was half awake however, whatever the commotion was she didn't particularly care. She assumed that she was in Jenny's bed, it didn't feel like her own, and she reached a lanky arm out to pull the smaller girl back to her. It was too early to be getting up anyway.

"Come back, Jen," she mumbled, snuggling into the girl. "'s too early to get up, go back to sleep."

It took Charlie's sleep addled mind several moments to put all of the pieces together. It didn't smell like the Parry's room, and the girl she was currently burrowing her face into wasn't Jenny. Opening her eyes and blinking blearily, she lifted herself up on one arm to investigate. She stared down at none other than Sera Donnelly, and it was then that Charlie realized they were both very naked.

"Well," she stated, a bit gobsmacked at this current turn of events. How the hell did she end up sleeping with Sera Donnelly of all people? "Good morning, Sera. You've...got a really comfy bed."

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Sera tried to not to move, still huddling under the blankets. She didn't even have to peek out to figure out who else was in Meka's bed. "Jesus fuck!" She mumbled to herself, pushing her face into her pillow. She could recognize that voice just anywhere. As if this wasn't bad enough. Alex had to be the very last person she wanted to see her, naked and in bed with Charlie. Apart from maybe Jenny.

Spiked punch or not, Sera never really pictured Alex as exactly the understanding type. Not even close, there'd be no talking to her, that was for sure. She almost wished there was a way to just sneak Charlie out, and avoid this mess all together.. Alex already seemed to be in a bad mood from the sound of things, and she'd made it pretty clear on New Year's how she felt about people sleeping with her beloved Charles. She was almost more worried about her than Jenny. Alex had to be the meanest person she ever met. And she and Charlie were atleast kind in the same boat with the blond, right?

Hearing Charlie stirring behind her and mumbling Jens name, as she tried to cuddle into her, Sera pushed her arm, huffing a bit to herself. She just couldn't ignore it.. as much attention as it may have drawn to her side of the room. She knew it, Charlie and Jenny were obviously sleeping together. The thought made her want to just roll over and cry but there was no way she was letting that happen in front of Charlie or Alex.

When Charlie spoke, she knew avoiding the whole situation really wasn't likely. She turned over slowly facing the blond, talking quietly but trying to act as casual as possible. "OH! Hey Charlie. Thanks.. it's Egyptian cotton. Jen loved it too." She really had no clue what else to say. That probably wasn't the best thing but she just wanted this whole thing over as quickly as possible.

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Sim? Really? This bitch had fucked him? Alex suddenly felt even more disgusted, unable to contain the sneer on her face even as Meka's wand was pointed in her face. She had no idea where her own was, she knew that she had brought it to the dance.. but it was probably where ever her dress and everything else had ended up the night before. She didn't even want to think about the thought of her poor clothes on this filthy girl's floor.

"What am I doing here? Shouldn't I ask you that question? Clearly you've slipped me something and dragged me here for your barbarian lesbian games! You're as disgusting as your ugly little roommate!" Alex hissed, just as there was slight shuffling behind her. She had almost forgotten about the roommate, she hadn't been much trouble it was more her stupid sugary sweet little ex that was causing Alex of the problems.. but that fucking roommate was here. With just a blanket covering herself, Alex spun around to direct some of her hate in Sera's direction, but stopped dead as she saw Charles snuggled down in the covers with the brunette.

"What the fuck is this?" she demanded haughtily, wishing more than ever that she knew where her goddamn wand was. "How dare-- Charles! Get out of there this instant, what in the world are you doing?! With that-- that slag!"

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"I wouldn't even think about slipping you anything you spoiled, bossy, little bitch!" Meka shouted. She was so angry her wand was shaking in her tiny hand but she kept it aimed right at Alex. "I'm not a lesbian! I have a boy..." well she really hadn't been calling Sim her boyfriend but he was most definitely a boy and he was most definitely someone she had romantic inclinations toward. "I have a boy!" she said finally.

"You leave Sera out of this! You're the one who's an ugly, little troll!" Her eyes flicked across to Sera and she winced a bit at what she saw. The psycho's little girl crush was in bed with her room mate. "Fuck," she muttered.

"Hey! Don't talk about Sera like that! You're the damn slag!"

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As the situation went from bad to worse, Charlie wished she could just hide underneath Sera's blankets. The comment about Jenny irked her in a way she didn't think possible, but she couldn't deny the faint flicker of jealousy that had welled up inside of her. At the same time, however, she felt like she wasn't exactly one to talk, being naked in Sera's bed. Alex noticing her had just confirmed her worst fear, and she rolled over to grin sheepishly up at the other girl.

"Fancy meeting you, Lexi," she began, trying her best not to check out Alex's naked body that was partially hidden under the blanket. "I suppose I could ask you the same question." Her eyes flicked from Meka to Sera, "Although, I wouldn't call either of these lovely ladies slags. It's pretty rude, Lex."

She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest. "If you must know, I was um...sleeping with Sera. And I would get up, but I seem to have lost all of my clothes."

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When Hunter awoke on Sunday, she found it immediately odd that she wasn't in her own bedroom. It smelled like her room, but there was that faint hint of weed still lingering under everything, even with her eyes closed. Two cursory sniffs told her that she was probably in Mack's room, or what was left of it after she had allowed Tatum to practically move in, despite Hunter warning her about holding onto her bachelor independence. Her friend never listened.

But who was moving in aside, Hunter waking up in there didn't make any sense. Last night was meant to be one of the biggest nights of her life, and if there was anyone she should have been waking up with, it was Michiko, definitely not Mack.

Things came rushing back into her head as soon as she turned over in bed, spotting Mack curled up beside her, wearing nothing but Michi's engagement ring. Hunter felt bile rising in her throat, and she fought back a scream, letting out a shout of horror instead. "What the fuck, goddamnit what the fuckin' fuck is this!?" she cried, already scrambling out of the bed and up onto her feet, grabbing a blanket to cover herself. They had changed in front of each other before, being best friends since they were four or five had awarded them many times to see each other's bare asses, but this was totally different and totally disgusting.

Oh god, had she really done that to Mack? Now she was sure that she was going to throw up, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Oh jesus fuck, y'took me back here an' raped me or somethin' what the fuck! I didn't-- you an' me, oh gross! Sick! Fuckin' sick!"

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When Hunter started hollering and sprang out of bed, Mack fell off of the small bed, hitting the floor hard. "What the fuck Hunter?" She yelled, she figured that they must have gotten trashed at the dance together last night and ended up in their sleeping bag. She felt like she was hung over anyway, there was something wrong though. It took her a moment to figure out exactly what is was, but when she realized she was naked in her own bed, she jumped up quickly. What the fuck had happened last night? Clutching a blanket to her chest, the events of the evening came trickling back. Mack felt like she wanted to throw up.

"No," Mack muttered. She was shaking her head, a horrified look on her face. "Oh fuck no!! Dude, that's...fuckin'...gross! We...didn't. We couldn't have! Oh man, this is so fucked up!!"

She looked over at Hunter, trying extremely hard not to meet her eyes as her tall friend was swearing about rape and carrying on. "I didn't fuckin' rape you, jesus!" She screamed back at Hunter, feeling a whole new wave of nausea hit her as she saw Hunter just as naked. It somehow made it real, confirmed all of the misty memories that were playing through her head. "Fuck!" She screamed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Maybe...maybe we didn't do anything? Right?"

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"That's fuckin' disgusting!" Hunter practically screamed back, looking as if she had seen a ghost or something. There was the mega-headache that she couldn't shake, and mental flashes on Mack's naked body on top of that, all turning her stomach. She watched Mack sit down hard onto the edge of the bed, and she hesitated for a moment before moving over to some of the discarded clothes that were strewn about the room. Finding her dress, she discovered her clutch nearby and began digging for a pack of smokes.

"Yeah, an' maybe bears don't shit in the woods," the taller blonde muttered back moodily, still feeling filthy at the thought of what they had done. And that was only the things she could remember so far, pieces were still fuzzy, and she didn't even want to imagine what other degrading things they had done to each other. She knew Mack better than herself, and between the two of them.. ugh, had they made it into some sort of competition? Who can scream the loudest? She nearly gagged.

Finally getting the cigarettes out, she fumbled with them and snapped one in half, cursing loudly, before she got two out properly and chucked one hard in Mack's general direction. "Y'all are the sickest motherfucker I ever-- I'm yer fuckin' family, man! What the fuck is wrong with y'all!? I got a kid on the way, I can't be-- oh god, what the fuck were we fuckin' thinkin'!?" she managed to get out, incredibly frustrated as she put her cigarette in her mouth, not even lighting it as she unceremoniously stepped into her dress and began to haul it up.

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Mackenzie caught the cigarette that was thrown to her, looking a bit green as she lit it. "I'm the sickest...you're the sickest!! Some of the things you said? Y'all sure as hell weren't complaining last night!" Mack paled visibly at her words and choked on the smoke she had just inhaled. "Oh god, I'm gonna be sick!"

Lurching to her feet, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, not bothering with a blanket. She made it just in time to dry heave into the toilet bowl. She didn't end up throwing up in the end, but stayed in the bathroom for a few more moments before venturing back out. She fished around for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Dressing herself once she had located suitable clothes, she went back to her spot on the bed and picked up her cigarette from where she had dropped it.

She scrubbed at her face with her hand and let out a long sigh. "We weren't thinkin' obviously," Mack said harshly. She looked at Hunter, it was much easier to now that she had some clothes back on. Her dress only made Mack's stomach turn again as she caught a flash of a memory from the night before, of practically ripping off the other girl's dress. "We didn't drink that much last night, did we?"

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"Don't tell 'bout what I said! I don't wanna know what we fuckin' said!" Hunter shouted back, throwing her hands up over her ears as Mack dashed off to the bathroom. Hearing the other girl gagging, it only made Hunter feel more disgusted, pressing her hands harder to block out the noise. Her head was still throbbing like an incredible hangover, and she didn't want to go dry heaving her guts up and making it worse.

When Mack returned to the room and began to get dressed, Hunter lowered her hands but closed her eyes tightly, waiting until she was sure that the shorter blonde was properly clothed before she opened one again, slowly.

"I didn't drink shit," Hunter grunted, eyeing her friend a bit skeptically. She didn't even really remember when the two of them met up, she could only recall standing by the punch bowl, waiting to work up the courage and go talk to Michi. Stomach lurching a little as she thought of her girlfriend, Hunter squinted her eyes closed again. "I'm uh.. y'know, gonna need that fuckin' ring back," she muttered.

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Mackenzie was confused when Hunter said she didn't drink anything. She could have sworn that they must have been pissed due to her headache and spotty memory. If she really thought about it though, she couldn't remember drinking anything once she had gotten to the dance. The last thing she remembered was meeting Hunter at the punch table and Hunter trying to kiss her. At the mention of the ring, she looked down at her hand quickly.

"What the fuck did you do Hunter?" She practically ripped her finger off as she frantically pulled the ring off. She tossed it at her taller blonde friend unceremoniously, feeling sick all over again. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is. Oh god, did I say yes?"

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The sun crested in through her window, gently waking her up. Her head ached and she felt a little sick to her stomach, like she was hung over. Then the panic hit. Hung over?! She couldn't be hungover! She was pregnant! She reached down and felt her belly, yep... still big as ever and covered in a t-shirt. She sat up in bed quickly, knowing there was someone laying next to her. Her eyes searched the room wildly; on the floor there was a pile of clothes that definitely belonged to a boy and her own dress. Horrified of what she might find she looked over cautiously to see who was laying in bed next to her. "Shelby?" she asked tentatively, putting her hand on his shoulder. "He really does have great hair," she commented quietly.

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"Shit!" He shouted hurting his own ears a bit too even.It was way too early for him to be up, and she had just about startled him to death. Practically falling out of the bed, he managed not, too caught up in the blankets to really go anyway. It was comfy ass bed, he had to say. He was in his boxers too though. What the hell happened?

"Mich, is that you?" He asked with a yawn, rolling over slowly towards the voice behind him.

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Michi couldn't help but laugh as he flailed around in bed and fell out unceremoniously. "Yeah, it's me," she patted the bed and scooted over toward the wall, making room for him to sit down.

"Despite what the whole school has been saying, I'm not accustomed to waking up with strange boys in my bed," she grinned. Last night was sort of a daze but it started coming back to her slowly. "I feel hung over but I know I wouldn't get drunk, not with Monkey," she scrunched her face in concentration.

"We snuggled," Michi said. "And I couldn't stop playing with your hair," she giggled a little.

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