texasranger commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

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!"