I groaned and clutched the pillow tighter, "Oh. My. Fudging. Lord."

"Drink."

I obeyed silently and blindly put my hand out for the glass of inevitable water. I gulped it down before the voice ordered, "Oh, and take these as well."

I put my palm out, my eyes still closed from the harsh lighting, and took the pills with the rest of the water. The glass slipped onto the bed between my legs and I held my head in my hands, "Mm... Em? Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night."

My best friend sighed, "Don't ask me - I was drunk too."

I slowly opened my eyes and hissed at the bedroom light, "Seriously? Who invented hangovers?!"

There was a knock on my door and Em opened it, before leaning against it, drowsily. 

My twin held up two ugly green heat packs, "The doctors are giving them out to everyone. One for you and one for you."

He threw the heat pack in my direction and it landed on top of the glass. I placed it on the back of my head and flopped back down onto my pillow, "Please tell me I don't have to get out of bed... It's Saturday, after all..."

Em whined, "I don't want to eat."

I sat up quickly, headache forgotten, "Food?"

Shawn chuckled, "That's my sister. Get dressed and you can come join me for some breakfast."

"How come you aren't collapsing into a headache?" Em whined, studying him with narrowed eyes. 

"Because I'm used to partying and alcohol," Shawn chuckled, "Unlike you two social inept Aphrodites."

I ducked around the corner - out of sight of the dorm room door - and changed into leggings, ugg boots and one of Shawn's hoodies over my tank top. I reappeared to the two of them and grumbled, "I'm going to get food. And meanwhile, maybe someone can tell me what the fudge I did last night..." 

"I can tell you," another huskier voice replied, "But I'm not going to because you'd kill me for it."

I glared at Christian and immediately pinned him against the wall of the hallway, "What did I do?! Park, I swear to god..."

He chuckled, "Nothing much. You drank, you giggled, you flirted an awful lot..."

I narrowed my eyes, "So the usual... anything else?" 

Christian smirked, "I'm not gonna tell you. Mind accompanying me to breakfast?"

I slapped him lightly, "Jerk."

I rode the elevator in silence too after I timed the doors to close in his face. 

However, when I got to the dining hall floor and stepped out, he was there waiting for me. I narrowed my eyes, "Did you run down the stairs?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Christian smirked, "Now, I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?"

"I'll tell you everything you did last night if, and only if, you tell me what you dreamed the other night that made you freak out."

I narrowed my eyes. I'd be telling him exactly how scared I was without him there... but in return, I'd find out if I did anything idiotic. 

I held out my hand, "Deal."

Christian chuckled, "Come on then. I want to see how many people aren't as gluttonous as you."

I slapped his back as he turned away from me and stomped past him into the dining hall. Dr Demonico glanced at me as I walked in, "Miss Roberts! I need to ask a few questions."

"Yes?" I growled - or tried to, at least...

Dr Demonico took out her favourite fluffy blue notebook and a matching pen, "Did you drink last night?"

"Duh," I narrowed my eyes, "And wouldn't you already know that?"

Dr Demonico chuckled slightly, "Well... a good interrogator always starts with the questions they already know the answers to. What were you drinking?"

I scratched the back of my neck, "I-I don't know... I can't really remember last night."

Christian answered for me, "She was drinking beer. A lot of beer..."

"Thanks, Mr Park. Were you with her the entire night?"

"No, but I was for most of it. I found her about a third of the way into the party and attempted to make her sober."

"But failed?"

"Yeah," he chuckled slightly, "You wouldn't believe how long the alcohol stayed in her little body."

"Did you drink anything last night, Christian?"

"No, I don't like alcohol," he said, too quickly.

Dr Demonico closed her notebook, "Thank you, Christian. Natalie - go get something to eat."

I perked up, "Food!" and scampered off to the nearest table for the morning waffles.

Christian sat next to me, in front of the pancakes, and began eating. I was halfway through my ice-cream on top of the waffle before I asked, "You were with me most of the night?"

He sat back from his pancakes, "Actually, yeah..."

"Start from the beginning, please," I shot him a small grin, remembering our deal.

Christian laughed a little, "Ah... you're going to hate me..."

"No, I could only hate myself for getting drunk," I held up my fork, "So tell me."

Christian examined his pancake for a few moments more and then started telling me, "When I found you, you were sexy dancing to Hit Me Baby One More Time and were completely intoxicated with beer..."

"Hit Me Baby One More Time?" I winced, "Oh god, not Britney..."

"Yes Britney," he chuckled, "You weren't a half-bad dancer, though," he shot me a mocking wink and I poked my tongue out at him, "You kept calling me Park - which I don't mind too much, actually - but then you kept saying quotes from books."

"Like?"

"Let's not worry about the future, let's live in the present. That which hath made me drunk hath made me bold, etcetera, etcetera. Later in the night you perfectly recited one of Juliet's monologues..."

"Oh crap, which one?"

"Let's not worry too much about that," he grinned at me, "And then you lifted my shirt up and commented on my muscles."

"Oh god," I slammed my forehead onto the table, "Do I want to know more?"

"Probably not."

"In that case, tell me..."

"You went on to say my voice sounds like velvet," he smirked, "And we had an argument about how velvet does or doesn't make a sound. And then..." he trailed off.

"And then?" I raised an eyebrow. This must be the bad part.

He rushed it all out and I didn't catch any of it.

"What did you say, Par- Christian?" I corrected myself.

"And then... you called yourself my girlfriend and we, kind of... you know, it doesn't matter," he said quickly, "Let's just eat."

"Christian Park," I inflicted, "What happened after that?"

"It really doesn't matter," he said, too innocently, "Just, uh... tell me about the dream."

I glared at him, "Christian."

He froze in his seat and gulped, "Would you like it said, word for word?"

"Word. For. Word." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You: I'm trying to be a good little girlfriend here," he paused for a second, "Me: Girlfriend? You: Yes, because you're acting like my b-boyfriend, so I must be your girlfriend..." he glanced up at me and I tried to hide my blushing cheeks beneath my blonde hair, "You: Are you saying I'm not your girlfriend? Me: I'm not saying... that. You: Yes, you are. Me: No, I'm not... You: You don't like me, do you, Park? Me: N-Nat, I never said that. And then you went on, about my eyes... And I gave you a piggyback to get you some water and you, uh... you just said thanks... And you stayed drunk for a long time and then you fell asleep and I had Shawn carry you up to your room."

I glanced up at him with narrowed eyes, "That's it?"

Christian paused, "Uh, yeah."

He was lying about something. I raised an eyebrow, "I didn't do anything really stupid, right? Like kiss a guy or grind on someone, right?"

Christian swiped his teeth with his tongue, "N-no..."

But he wouldn't meet my eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest, "Christian... who did I kiss?"

He just took a bite of his pancakes, not answering me.

"I kissed you, didn't I?" I said, mentally facepalming myself.

Christian gave me a weak smile, "Bingo?"

I stabbed my waffle with my fork and stood up, ready to leave the room. Christian called out loudly, "You still haven't told me your part of the deal, Nat!"

I wrapped my hands into fists, with my back to him, "I dreamt that an unknown someone had left me strange notes... and you weren't the person."

"B-but I didn't dream that," he stuttered, confused.

I glanced back at him, "But I thought the doctors said we dream the same dream?"

Christian crossed his arms and stared at me for a moment, "I didn't dream that."

"Then what did you dream?"

He took a deep breath, "I don't want to say."

"Christian," I whispered, "I've just been humiliated... just tell me."

He played around with the maple syrup on his plate for a second before saying, "Let's just say it was at least MA15+ for sexual references."

With that, he pushed past me and rushed to the elevator. 

The doctors already had their gazes trained on me when I went to look at them. I watched as Dr Demonico not so subtly handed Dr Weston a high-five. I growled beneath my breath and flipped my hair to exit the dining hall. 

Song: I Know What You Did Last Summer - Shawn Mendes ft. Camilla Cabello

What do you think Dr Demonico and Dr Weston are up to? ;) 

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