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off and tucked you into bed. It was pretty sweet, really.”
    “Are you kidding me? And what was I doing while this was happening?”
    “Well, you were passed out when he came in. But I heard you talking to him in your bedroom, so you must have woken up at some point.”
    I groaned. “What did we talk about?”
    “I couldn’t hear very well, but at one point, I think you called him an asshole. But, then you also said he was nice, so I’m not exactly sure what all was said.”
    A whole new wave of nausea washed over me. How could I ever look him in the eye again? I was terrified that I said something extremely embarrassing to him.
    Did he try to make any moves on me? Or maybe worse, did I try anything with him? The only way to find out was to talk to Martin, but I wasn’t about to do that. Maybe we could forget all about it if it were never spoken of again.
    “Martin must have been pretty wasted too, right?” I asked hopefully.
    “No, he seemed pretty sober,” Sasha replied.
    My head fell back on my pillow. So much for him blacking out too.
    “You look terrible,” Sasha said. “I’m going to the store. I’ll pick up a sports drink and some crackers for you.”
    “Thank you,” I said weakly.
    “Go easy on yourself. You’re not the first college student to blackout, it happens to the best of us.”
    “Yeah, but I completely embarrassed myself,” I cried.
    “Oh, and go easy on him too. He’s a good guy,” she said.
    “I’m not so sure about that,” I replied.
    “He carried you all the way home from the bar. How is that not nice?”
    “Well, then he’s been nice to me once in the past four years.”
    “You know he’s into you, right?”
    I shook my head. “I saw him talking to a girl last night. They looked pretty close.”
    Sasha laughed. “I think that was just his cousin.”
    “Gross. He would be in love with his cousin.”
    Sasha gave me an exasperated look and sighed. She walked out of my room and gently shut the door behind her.
    I didn’t know how to explain my level of shame to her. I wasn’t that upset about throwing up and having to be carried home. I was no stranger to crazy party girls; I grew up with a lot of those types. Why did it have to be Martin? I have classes with him and we have mutual friends. There was no way I could forget that I let my guard down around him when I see him regularly.
    I dug through my purse and eventually found my phone. Luckily, I didn’t make any drunken phone calls or send any text messages. Maybe it was best to address the situation head on and then move on. I started typing out a message to Martin.
    Hey, I heard some stuff about last night and I’m not proud of it but I-
    I erased the draft and started over.
    Thanks for taking care of me last night
    I quickly backspaced. I didn’t want him to think there were any feelings involved in anything that happened last night.
    Sorry about last night, I just want to put this behind me
    I turned off my phone and tossed it on the ground beside me. I should know better than to send a message to a boy the night after a party. It was nothing but an invitation to talk more. I wanted the opposite. I didn’t want to feel like I owed him anything, especially an explanation.
    In that moment, I decided it was best to ignore him. He wouldn’t notice any difference and I could preserve the last shred of dignity I had. If I could forget about him, I could forget about telling him that he’s nice.
    I groaned and shielded my face from the sun with one of my pillows. If I could forget the events of the night once, surely I could forget them again.

6
    Martin
    M y head was still buzzing from the weekend’s excitement on Monday morning. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that I saw a vulnerable side to Alexa Hall. She tries to appear so perfect, but it was nice to see that she’s human too.
    I was excited to see her in Sociology class. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking about what I would say