The warm sunlight falls on my eyelids as I'm forced to open my eyes and close them as soon as I do. I turn around and bury my face in the pillow as I snuggle deeper under the bedsheets. When I move my legs, I feel someone beside me and I go stiff as I slowly open my eyes.

"What the fuck!" I yell as I sit up straight in the bed and the person besides me jolts awake.

It takes him a minute to adjust his eyes to the light in the room and I move to draw curtains but I stop when I realize that my tight clothes from last night are missing. I look underneath the bedsheet and find that I'm wearing boxers and a tshirt.

"Diana!" Aaron mumbles as he rubs his eyes and I gulp as I realize the worst thing ever.

The last thing I remember from previous night is entering the guest room where Shane was smoking pot and offered me as well.

Holy fuck!

I didn't smoke a joint, right? I mean, I know what happens after that, I couldn't! But what about the vague memory of me laughing with bunch of almost strangers? I smack my head against my palm and that's when the panic subsides and the throbbing pain in my head begins.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I glare at him.

"What happened last night?" I ask him the dreaded question and he frowns at me.

His eyes moves to the bedsheet wrapped around me and then to his bare chest. I stare at him and realize that it never occurred to me that he worked out.

Focus Diana, focus!

"I'm waiting for an answer here!" I snap and he rubs his temples.

"I don't fucking know, alright? I was drunk as hell and then I saw you and you were stoned, it's all a blur."

He moves towards his wardrobe to get himself a tshirt and I look around the floor for my clothes from last night. I kick the bedsheets aside to get out the bed and then move towards Aaron, standing exactly in front of him as I cross my arms across my chest.

My anger is at bay as I feel more vulnerable than mad right now, "Aaron, I don't mind if the answer is yes but I want the utter truth to this question. Did you take advantage of me in any manner?"

He scowls at my words and immediately scoffs, "Advantange of you? You've got to be kidding me! Who the hell can take your advantage, shouldn't it be the other way around, Diana?" He looks into my eyes with clear spite for my accusation to him.

"Aaron, I did not ask you to insult me! I want a bloody answer, yes or no?" I yell at him and his jaw tightens.

"How would it even matter to you? It's not like you don't go sleeping around with every guy who pays attention to you even for a second." He retorts and that is enough for me to take.

It isn't like I'm not used to getting such comments but it doesn't even get easier with time. Yes, I sleep around with guys but that's with my own will. I cannot let anyone force me into it, which is why I need to know whether what's going on in my head is true or not.

"You're right, it shouldn't matter to me but if I even kissed you on my own will, it will disgust me to no end! So, yes, it matters because I'd rather die than be in bed with a dork like you." I spit and he blinks at me as if I just punched him in the stomach.

"Well, the joke is on you because you did kiss me last night!" He says and I take a step away from him.

I wait for him to laugh at his accusation or try to even take back his words but when he doesn't, I move further away as the realisation hits me that I did something miserable while my head was not in the right place.

"I didn't." I hear myself say, even though I don't sound so confident anymore.

"Yes, you did! And then, you seduced me to kiss you back. Tell me exactly how desperate are you? Don't Shawn or Shane or whatever the fuck is his name is and my brother fulfil your needs enough?" He spits and I can see the rage behind his eyes and this is the first time I'm ever witnessing it.

His words are like a slap on my face as I gulp, trying to keep my head in the moment rather than flowing away with my thoughts. I take a deep breath trying to suck up on my involuntary thoughts as I look him in the eye and smirk a little. He eyes me curiously but before I can open my mouth to reply to him, Derek barges in the room.

"What the hell is happening here?" He questions and his eyes roam between the two of us.

"Nothing, I was just thanking Aaron for letting me sleep in his room." I say with the fakest smile on my face and Aaron scowls at me.

Derek's eyes roam down to my body as he notices my clothes and towards the chair by the desk where my ruined outfit is.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" His voice has no emotion as he asks me the question, pure cold tone and I tilt my head a bit to decipher what exactly was going on his head.

Probably, I need to talk this man again because he confuses me to no end.

"I don't know!" I tell him, for once giving an honest answer.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He snaps and I lose it.

"For fuck's sake, both of you need to stop treating me like shit, alright? Stop snapping at me because while I may be used to throwing crap into someone else's face but I don't take shit from any one, remember that. And when I say, 'I don't know.' it means that I have no fucking idea what happened last night because I was too drunk for that." I yell my guts out and Derek's eyes widen in surprise.

"Did he do something with you while you weren't in your consciousness?" He asks probably the worst question and I sigh which is enough for him to take a raging step towards Aaron.

I immediately step between the two of them as I put my hand on his chest to stop him from taking another step forward.

"Stop it, Derek! Nothing happened, alright?" I look into his eyes, telling him to drop it as I interwine my hands with his and he relaxes.

"Really? Why don't you tell him about the time you got stoned with Shane in our guest room?" Aaron speaks from behind and I freeze in place as I peek at Derek who's looking at me with a shocked expression.

"Derek," I whisper and he immediately jerks my hand away, almost causing me to fall back as I look up at him with baffled expressions on my face.

This is limits, real fucking limits.

"What the fuck is actually wrong with you, Diana? Have you lost your fucking mind? First, you sleep with that asshole and then you get stoned with him in my house?" He screams at me and I take a deep breath.

"Have a nice day, both of you!" I say, sarcasm lacing my voice, before I pick up my clothes and start to leave the room.

But before I can accomplish that task, Derek catches my wrist and makes me stand in front of him and his brother. I give Aaron a murderous look and as if on the cue, I can see the guilt filling his eyes and it takes every ounce in me to bite back the scoff and the bitter laugh that was about to slip.

"You do not get to walk away while I'm talking to you." Derek says and I cross my arms over my chest.

Is he really mistaking me for someone else?

"Are you forgetting the part where I said I don't take shit from anyone? You're not my dad that I have to listen to you and even if you were, guess what? I don't fucking care! You know what Derek, I always knew this 'no strings attached' thing will never work with you and eventually you would want to claim rights because that's how pathetic you are! So, screw you and get the fuck out of my face. We're done here."

That was perhaps the bitchiest tone I've ever used with anyone but I don't give a shit. It's my life and I choose how to live it - even if it means to do drugs with the person my fuck buddy despises. He's my 'fuck buddy' for a reason and that is, because he's not my boyfriend.

Even the thought of having a boyfriend leaves bitter thoughts in my mind as I climb down the stairs and make my way to the kitchen to retrieve my clutch and cell phone from the drawer where I kept it last night. Just as I turn around to leave the kitchen, Aaron is standing at the end of the corner with a look on his face that I cannot quite put a finger on but all I feel is anger at the sight of him.

"Diana, I-" he starts but before he can finish his sentence, my hand meets his jaw.

Everything slows down around me as I realize that I've actually slapped him. Cautiously, I watch his moves as he finally wraps his head around the information and gives me the most astonishing look.

"That was for bitching me out to your brother and for being a jerk to me when all I asked was for truth, Aaron!" I spit before rushing out of the damn house and making my way to the car.

I don't care for his response but for once, I'm done being Derek's punchbag when he has brother issues with Aaron. He might have come here two weeks back but I've been hearing about this little annoying brother from a long time ever since Derek confided in me.

It takes me a moment to catch my breath when I start my car and rest my head on the steering wheel. I look down into my phone and it shows that it's two in the afternoon. Well, no shit! I was fucking stoned and time just happens to slip through between that.

My head is still pounding and I feel like it will explode any moment. I want to visit back to my apartment but I'm not ready to face what's there yet. Ella will chop my head off if she got to know that I got stoned and lost my mind which led to the situation where I'm not even sure if I was fucked by someone last night or not.

I drive through the busy roads of New York city and make a stop at Georgia's apartment. We may not be best friends, but we're good enough that she can provide me with clothes and a bathroom to fresh myself when I'm afraid to enter my own apartment, fearing the consequences.

She opens the door after five rings of bell and I'm not surprised to see her groggy eyes as a yawn escapes her lips.

"I have no idea how you drove back home after you were stoned but I'm glad that you're here!" I say as I barge in the room and make myself home.

"Don't make a lot of noise, Ashton is still asleep. His friend brought us home last night." She tells me while rubbing her eyes and I nod.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I question and she smiles.

"I'll get you some clothes and a toothbrush." She responds before disappearing back to her bedroom.

This happens rarely when I step into her apartment looking all miserable but she always knows what I need when I'm here. She comes back minutes later and hands me over everything that I need for now.

With a thankful smile on my face, I disappear in the bathroom. It takes me a moment to finally acknowledge my reflection as I look like a homeless punk. My eye liner is smudged and my blonde hair are a complete mess.

After removing the clothes that were on me, I step into the shower as I let the hot water hit my back, relaxing my muscles. My thoughts wander off to the last night as I try to make a sense out of my memories but as expected, it's of no use. I rub the body wash harder against my skin than usual, trying to rub off any trace of last night.

When I woke up in the morning and the realization of being stoned finally dawned upon me, I felt miserable about myself but Aaron's words were like a bucket of ice cold water on me while I stood naked, surrounded by the snow. His question still lingers in my mind as I try to submerge it under my thoughts.

But, really, how desperate am I?

The memory of me placing a peck on Aaron's lips flash in front of my eyes and I lose it. In the past four years, I've made myself a person who doesn't finds herself vulnerable in front of anyone and yet here I was, calculating what led me to make that move and then like in a moment, I have the answer to my question.

Derek!

Holy shit! The whole reason is Derek. That fucking bastard!

As I stand frozen in my spot under the water that is now running cold, I realize that I have to take a step away from the brothers to keep my life out of the misery.