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“Just drop her in her bed. I’ll check up on her later.”
    I wouldn’t have guessed that her room would look this way. She seemed like the kind of girl who would have fancy wooden furniture and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
    In reality, she had the same cheap furniture as everyone else. She had a massive book collection and homework assignments spread all over her desk. I pulled back the covers and laid her on the bed. I carefully removed her shoes.
    “Hey,” she murmured with a sleepy smile on her face. “I’m home.”
    “I know, I carried you here.”
    “Do you know what?” she asked.
    “What?” I responded.
    “You’re not an asshole after all.”
    “Thanks?”
    “No, I don’t mean it like that. I just didn’t know you were so nice. I figured you were the type to take advantage of a drunk girl.”
    I was both pleased and hurt by this. However, it confirmed that I made the right decision tonight. The more I thought about it, the more I was pleased with how tonight went. It was truly a great night.
    “Goodnight, drunkie,” I teased. “I’ll see you around.”
    She was already asleep, so I quietly left her room. I caught Sasha peeking around the corner.
    “Just seeing if she was okay,” Sasha covered.
    “She’s going to be pretty miserable tomorrow,” I said. “You might want to get her a glass of water.”
    “Hey, Martin,” Reg said. “I’m going to walk home with you. I think I have a few more hours of partying in me.”
    As we walked to our building, I couldn’t help but replay the events of the night on a loop. I was in Alexa Hall’s bedroom. I tucked her into bed. I wish I would have done other things with her in that bed, but maybe it was for the best.
    We were two very different people with very different futures ahead of us. I must have looked sullen because Reg patted me on the back.
    “Don’t worry man, there’s going to be girls lined up, waiting for you when we get back to the house.”
    I gave a weak chuckle. “I suppose you’re right.”

5
    Alexa
    I have never felt so awful in my entire life. My mouth was completely dry and even the simple act of blinking made my head pound. I found a lukewarm glass of water on my side table. I took a sip and nearly gagged.
    Prior to this moment, I’ve only been blackout drunk once in my life. It was my twentieth birthday and I was trying too hard to fit in with all of the seasoned drinkers. The party was at my home, so I just walked to my bed and went to sleep when the party was over.
    The only memories I lost were two guys making bets on who was going to sleep with me at the end of the night. Honestly, I’m glad I don’t remember that.
    I struggled to come up with recollections from last night. I remember dancing with Donny, with his wandering hands and sweaty torso. I remember being annoyed at Martin for some reason.
    I remembered some foul tasting shots, and then I quickly tried to put the memory of alcohol out of my head before I was sick. So how did I get home and into bed? There’s usually an after party for these things, so maybe I went to a dorm and had more drinks.
    I could hear Sasha in the kitchen, but I was afraid that I would throw up if I opened my mouth to call for her. I pursed my lips and groaned as loud as my body would allow. This caught her attention.
    “Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty,” she said.
    “What time is it?” I groaned.
    “One-thirty. I was going to bring you breakfast, but figured that you needed to sleep.”
    “What happened last night? How did I get home?”
    “You drank a ridiculous amount of alcohol. Then, you took Martin up on his offer to go to his after party. I came back here with Reg and we were hanging out on the couch when Martin came in with you draped over his shoulder.”
    “Wait, what?”
    “He said you threw up outside of the bar and you refused to move. He wasn’t going to leave you there, so he picked you up and carried you back here. He even took your shoes