And if that wasn’t bad enough, I had no idea where I was. I panicked, jerking myself straight up in the bed. The quick movement made me woozy once it caught up with my brain. After a look around, I realized I was in Justin’s roommate’s bed. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there or much else for that matter. I was wearing one of Justin’s shirts, but didn’t see any of my own clothes. I pulled out the drawers of his roommate’s dresser, hoping to find a pair of shorts to slide on, but they were all empty. I guess the guy really had moved out. My head hurt so badly and I needed to get something on my stomach. I went to get Justin. I slowly turned the doorknob and crept inside his room. I wasn’t sure if he was sleeping or not, so I tiptoed next to his bed and stared at him lying there. One of his eyes cracked open. “What are you doing, Reynolds?” “Where are my clothes?”
