It had been a few days after you hung out with Sasha's friends at the Titan Café. You had been busy the rest of the week, so going out hadn't been an option. Yet, you and Sasha started talking more, and a real friendship was blossoming between the two of you.

"Hey Y/N, I wanted to ask you something," Sasha flopped down onto your bed, grabbing one of the pillows and pulling it up to her chest.

"Shoot," you replied, opening your closet door, hanging up the clothes you had just washed.

"There's a party going on tomorrow night and I was wondering if you'd wanna go? I don't know if parties are really your thing but I thought I'd ask," you paused for a moment, wondering how you should reply.

Parties really weren't your thing, but you also didn't want Sasha to think you were no fun. Biting your lip, you nodded your head, happy to see an excited grin flash across her face. She jumped up and hugged you, surprising you with her brute strength.

"This'll be so much! Do you have something to wear?" Sasha's brown eyes were wide with excitement, the energy pouring off of her in waves.

"Um...not really," you chuckled, gesturing to the closet of mostly sweatshirts, t-shirts, and sweaters behind you.

Sasha furrowed her brows and rushed over to her side, pulling out a short ruby dress. It didn't seem tight and was flowy, something you'd be more comfortable in. "Here, try this on," she pushed the dress into your arms and motioned for you to change.

You took off your clothes, your back turned to Sasha so she couldn't see your front side and pulled the dress over your head. Once it was on you turned around for her to examine.

"Hmm..." She put a finger up to her mouth, tapping her bottom lip. Sasha then pulled your scrunchie out, putting the band around her wrist. She played around with your hair for a bit before pulling you over to her side of the room, pushing you down onto her chair.

She opened the top drawer on the left side of her desk to reveal a clutter of makeup and makeup tools. She grabbed all sorts of things and plopped them down onto the desk. "Hold still, this should only take a second."

You bit the inside of your cheek but let Sasha do her thing because you trusted in her skills. You never liked how makeup looked on you, but you believed it was because you never learned how to do it well. Putting it on and making it look good seemed to be an impossible task, so usually your mom would help. But she couldn't be here 24/7 to do it and it wasn't like you had all the time in the world to sit down and learn. Besides, makeup was expensive and it was hard to find the right shades and colors to match your skin and undertone.

After an hour or so, Sasha gave you the okay. You opened your eyes and turned to look at yourself in the mirror, only to see a stranger staring back. It was still you...but a you with defined features.

"I think you look hot," Sasha exclaimed and your cheeks flushed from the remark. Nobody had ever called you hot before.

At that moment there was a knock at the door. Sasha squealed and ran over to it, yanking the door open to reveal the one and only: Connie Springer. Quickly, you ran over to your side of the room and tried to keep yourself busy as you continued to hang your clean clothes. You didn't want him to see you like this. It was Connie.

"Also, Y/N said she would be coming to the party tomorrow night. I expect you to be on your best behavior," you could hear Sasha teasing him, though there was some truth to it.

"Y/N, I'm going out with Connie and Jean for a little bit, I'll be back around midnight, okay?" Sasha called and the door shut before you could even respond. You didn't mind though as you let out a sigh of relief. You took off the red dress and draped it over your chair, putting a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt on. Once you were comfy, the bed was calling your name, so you decided that you'd wash your face later.

Just as you were going to settle down onto your bed and watch a movie, you noticed that Sasha left her purse behind. She would definitely need that for tonight, so you got up and grabbed it, pulling your phone out to call her when the door suddenly opened.

"On the desk? Okay I'll-" Connie stopped when he saw you, his whole body froze. You stared back, your heart pounding for some reason. The momentary silence was beginning to feel awkward, but you couldn't break your gaze from him. It was like you were a deer caught in headlights.

Connie shook his head and cleared his throat, pointing at the purse you were holding. "I believe that that belongs to Sasha," he awkwardly grinned and you broke from your own spell, handing him the bag. When you gave it, his hand slightly touched yours and it almost felt like your heart skipped a beat. Weird. Connie's gaze flicked up to you for a mere second before he quickly turned around to leave the room. Just as he was closing the door, he popped his head back in.

"Did you know that there's something on your face?" He smirked and your eyes narrowed as you glared back.

"Connie, I will-"

"You'll what?" He narrowed his eyes as he said it, before a crooked and loose grin began to spread across his stupid face.

You stood in silence as you frowned at him, showing him you weren't amused by his pathetic jokes.

"Aw, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"

"No," you retorted a little too fast and he let out a light laugh.

"Well, that's too bad because I'm sorry...but I'm actually not sorry," he winked and you let out a frustrated groan, grabbing the jacket on Sasha's desk and launching it at his face.

"Oh shi-" Connie's voice was cut off as he shut the door, the jacket thumping against the wood where his stupid face had just been.

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Sure enough, at midnight, Sasha came waltzing back into the room. You looked up from the movie you were watching on your laptop, a small pile of used makeup wipes beside you that you'd stolen from Sasha's desk. You noticed how loopy she was acting and the smell of alcohol was wafting off of her like an expensive perfume. You quickly paused your movie and hurried over to her, helping her get into her bed. Sasha pulled at your hair and giggled, loud hiccups escaping her throat every now and then.

"Awwwww sssshe's fffinnnneeee," you let out a yelp, startled to hear another voice behind you. You whipped your head around to see Connie and wondered what the hell you were supposed to do with him.

"Sasha why is he here?" You hissed as you pulled her shoes and socks off, tossing them onto the floor. You couldn't believe she brought him here. Didn't he have all those guy friends to crash with instead of staying here?

"Hey! Hey! Hhhey! I...I-I havvvve ssomethhing toooo tell y-you," Sasha giggled as she tried to sit up, but you gently forced her to lay back down.

"Mmhmm and what's that?" You were annoyed but played along.

"Connie *hiccup* Connie tthhinnkks you're-"

"SASHA! SHUT UP!" Connie hollered, loud enough to wake the whole floor.

"Both of you need to quiet down right now or we'll get in trouble!" You snapped silently and Sasha widened her eyes as she giggled.

"Oh, Y/N is mmmmaaad," she giggled uncontrollably, but you just rolled your eyes, laying Sasha back down and pulling the covers over her, silently praying she'd go to sleep.

You heard Connie begin to stomp back out into the hall and whipped around to him, grabbing his wrist just as he was trying to leave. You gave him a hard stare as his own bloodshot eyes failed miserably to stay open. "Don't you dare think I'm letting you leave here like this," you whispered in a harsh tone and he groaned in defiance.

"You can sleep on the floor. I'll get you some blankets and a pillow," you let go of Connie's wrist to grab the materials for him but his hand suddenly reached for yours, tightly squeezing it. His hand was much bigger than your own, his fingers long as they wrapped around your hand.

"I don't want to sleep on the floor," he whispered and seemed to be pouting. A grown ass man. Pouting. You unwound your hand from his, your face unamused as you placed some distance between the two of you.

"Look, I can make you a makeshift bed on the floor. That way you have something to sleep on because I'm not letting you puke in my bed," you crossed your arms, hoping he'd just agree since you weren't sure he even understood you or heard you. But when you got an attempt at a head nod, you took that as verification and started to grab things to make a bed.

When it was finished, you helped Connie lie down and tucked the sheets around him. You also placed a trash can right by him and put one by Sasha too, just in case the worse actually happened.

"Comfy?" You asked.

"Connie Ssspringger is ALWAYS commmmmmfy!" You couldn't help but laugh at his druken state, patting his arm before standing up to go to your own bed.

"Y/N?"

"Yes Connie?"

He zeroed in on you, the most focused he seemed since stepping foot in your dorm before whispering, "I hate how pretty you are." It was silent after that, and Connie's eyes fluttered shut as he finally went to sleep.

But you, you were frozen in place. Connie had just called you pretty, in the weirdest way imaginable, and something inside of you started to stir. It was a feeling you hadn't felt for ages, the kind of feeling you promised yourself you would never feel again. You shook your head and blinked your eyes to snap out of it, shutting the light off and crawling into your own bed.

He was drunk. He didn't mean it.