The room spun as I pried my eyes open one at a time, taking in my surroundings. My electric blue dress was in a crumpled mess on the floor, my desk chair knocked over. What the hell happened last night? I tried to force my fuzzy head to think back, pushing through the pain of my thundering head. Memories of music, dancing and kissing flashed before me, but they were quickly squashed by the hurtful reminder of Logan driving away, leaving me all alone. He left because of what I did. Tears stung my eyes as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened after he left and how the hell I got home.Suddenly, the most irritating noise known to man was making my head throb even harder. But even though my head felt like it was going to explode, I smiled. The irritating noise was coming from the floor beside my bed. Sitting up and leaning over slightly, much to the protest of my head, I found a passed out Tate snoring like a damn wart hog with a head cold. Peering over Tate, I looked over at Low’s bed to find it empty, weird.I was completely clueless as to what happened after Logan left, but judging by my sudden amnesia and aching head it looked like it involved a stupid amount of alcohol.
