I was so stupid.

I was so so stupid and I was definitely going to have to buy for that bottle of vodka.

Crap, crap, crap.

Cassidy was close behind me as I frantically jammed the elevator button and waited impatiently for it to come. I heard David yelling from down the hall, absolutely furious.

I just wanted to get out and never see his face again.

The elevator dinged as it arrived, the little up arrow lighting up. The doors screeched open and I grabbed Cassidy's hand as we rushed inside. I pounded on the close door button. Slowly, but surely, the elevator doors shut, leaving the mess behind us.

"I can't believe you did that," Cassidy whispered, staring straight ahead, eyes wide.

I swallowed, feeling how dry my throat was. I couldn't believe it either. I'd never done anything like that.

Cassidy put a hand on my shoulder, and I looked at her. "He deserved that," she stated, and I nodded. Sure. He deserved it. One hundred percent. I'd worry about the consequences later.

She cracked a smile and giggled.

I didn't know what came over me, but I started giggling, too. I'd dumped alcohol all over David. I had actually done it.

"I can't believe you," Cassidy said, shaking her head and holding back laughter. "Did you see his face? He did not see that coming."

"I know."

"And I seriously doubt any girl has ever done that to him. That's wild," Cassidy added. The elevator jerked to a stop as we reached the lobby.

As we rushed out the front door of the apartment complex and into the windy night, I could hear the sound of police sirens in the distance.

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The next morning I woke up with a massive headache.

The worst part? It wasn't from a hangover.

I knew that parties were breeding grounds for the spread of all kinds of viruses, but I was often fortunate enough to avoid them. I guess my couple of nights of partying in a row had finally caught up to me.

I dragged myself out of bed rubbing my eyes and sniffling. God, I felt like crap. Last night felt like a blurry memory.

I'd dumped alcohol on David Walker.

What the heck had I been thinking?

I mean I guess it wasn't the worst thing in the world. He definitely deserved it. He was an absolute prick, a manipulative piece of crap, who would keep treating girls the same way he'd treated me. 

I wished I'd never met him.

But I had. I'd had the unlucky experience of running into him at a time when I'd desperately needed attention. 

August. Just a couple days before the start of class. I'd only barely moved back into my dorm, excited to be rooming with Cassidy again in a nicer dorm than we'd had the prior years. I'd just finished unpacking my boxes, hugging my parents goodbye, and setting up my schedule for the upcoming weeks.

That was the night I'd fucked up by giving him an ounce of attention.

I guess I couldn't totally blame myself. For one, I had been in a rough spot. The summer hadn't been my best. Mostly thanks to Josh breaking up with me after deciding that he wanted to "try out his options."

So, my self esteem had been in the gutter, making it even more difficult to refuse someone like David coming up to me in the library at 10 PM while I was finishing up applying to a few on campus jobs for the upcoming year.

He'd said all the right things to make a girl swoon. I just wanted to say hi because you are really pretty. 

You seem really smart. I'd bet you'll get the job.

Do you have a boyfriend? You look like you would have one already.

And I'd gone along with it, thinking that I was just such a catch that this random dude was absolutely digging me at first sight. 

I was very very wrong.

But I had hooked up with him. I'd fallen for his crap, assumed that I had a chance of dating him, and had gotten with him. It also didn't help that he was fairly attractive by societal standards.

And then the next morning I'd found out that he'd done the same thing to almost half of the girls on my floor.

Disgusting.

He'd apparently talked to his friends about it, too, according to Cassidy who had heard from Gary who had heard from David himself. He joked about how he was so good at getting girls, how he didn't actually want any sort of relationship, just wanted to get in their pants.

And he had told me otherwise. He'd told me he'd recently broken up with his girlfriend, that he was looking for something long term, and that he felt like we had a connection.

It was too late to go back on anything now. The damage had been done. All I could do now was ignore him as much as possible.

I put on a pair of loose fitting shorts and a sweatshirt and wandered into the kitchen for breakfast. Cassidy's door was still shut tight, and I guessed she wouldn't be up for another couple of hours even though it was already noon. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and started heading towards the couch to sit and eat.

Just as my butt hit the sofa cushion, there was a stern knock on the door, loud enough to make me jump and nearly spill milk all over myself.

I stared at the door. Who the heck was knocking this early on a Saturday? I wasn't expecting anyone.

The knock came again, a sharp, rhythmic pounding against wood.

I quickly, put my bowl of cereal on the side table and rushed to open it. I definitely didn't look the most presentable but it'd have to do.

I swung the door open and found myself face to face with two police officers.