"Don't ignore me Lynnie!" Stella whined as we walked to my locker.

I was giving her the well deserved silent treatment. She should have seen it coming though. After all, she dragged me to a party and ditched me. If she never forced me to go, then I wouldn't have had to wake up in that idiot's bed with the little dignity I thought I still had being torn to shreds.

Now his father looks at me like I belong in a brothel, like I'm the one ruining the idiot.

How can someone possibly ruin an already ignorant imbecile?

I opened my locker, stuffing anything not related to calculus inside.

"Oh c'mon, Lynnie!" Stella whined beside me as I quickened my pace.

Okay so maybe I'm being harsh, and slightly childish, but I don't care. She deserves this. And maybe next time she'll think twice before dragging me to a party. It's not completely her fault though, I knew she would go wild and leave me as soon as we step foot inside the party, this wasn't the first time, but the scenario from last night had never happened before which was making me super pissed.

The rest of the day passed with Stella constantly whining. At one point, she even threatened to kill me with a plastic fork.

The bell rang for lunch, so I headed to our usual table. I munched my favourite tuna sandwich as I looked at her curiously. I was well aware of the glare she sent me as she stabbed her chicken salad.

"Alright, I forgive you." I sighed. Her glare instantly vanished, a grin lighting up her face. She pulled her chair closer and leaned in, signalling for me to do the same.

"Thank you! Tell me everything." She whispered excitedly. I knew it. I shouldn't have forgiven her so easily.

"There's nothing to know about."

"Well the blush on your face says otherwise." My cheeks redden as I recall what happened yesterday.

"Where are my clothes?" I ask, ignoring his 'amazing' remark on me looking good in red. I was well aware of the fact that my t-shirt wasn't red.

"In the laundry." He says casually, as if none of this is a big deal.

"How am I supposed to get home?!"

"Calm down, it's not like you're naked or anything." He shrugs as he leans against the wall. I knew I'd be in big trouble if I came home with a boy's t-shirt.

"Well do you have anything remotely feminine that I can borrow? I promise I'll return it tomorrow."

"I'm no undercover agent who dresses up like a girl, nerd." I groaned, standing up from the bed as I looked for my heels and phone. I thought about calling Stella to pick me up from Dante's house, but that plan flew out the window when I realized she'd be passed out in bed with an awful hangover ready to greet her when she wakes up.

A sigh escaped my lips as I pulled my hair in frustration.

Why? Why did I have to be an idiot and agree to go to that stupid party?

"Hey don't sweat it, nerd." He threw something at my face.

Idiot.

"I'm pretty sure it'll fit you." He said, referring to the shorts he threw at my face. I mumbled a thanks and walked to a door i'm guessing leads to his bathroom when he said something that made me pause and glare at him.

"Where are you going? It's not like I haven't seen you half naked."

That's when I realized, I fell asleep wearing my dress and woke up with his shirt...

"How dare you!" I accused.

"Well I couldn't let you sleep in that uncomfortable dress. If anything, you should thank me." It annoyed me that I was thankful because that dress really was too tight for my liking, but the fact that he saw me in my undergarments was embarrassing enough to dig a hole and bury myself inside.

Nevertheless, I threw one last glare his way before marching to the bathroom with my little shreds of dignity. I washed my face, getting rid of all the makeup. I ran my hands through my hair to get rid of knots and tangles. I pulled on the shorts, surprised to find them a perfect fit. After making myself as presentable as possible, I walked outside, shutting the bathroom door on my way out. I turned around, catching him staring at me, or more specifically, my body.

"What?" I asked.

"Uh..what?" He looked at me, clearing his throat.

"Why were you staring at me?"

"Oh, it's...nothing. Let's get you home." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. I nodded, walking out of his room. I was about to open the main door when I heard someone clear their throat.

"Hey dad." Dante greeted, but Paul had his eyes glued on me. He looked at my clothes, a disgusted look morphed on his face.

"I knew you were hooking up with my son!" He accused. His glare made me look down in shame. Even though I've done nothing wrong.

"You're just as bad as all the other whores Dante brings home." He continued. I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the incoming tears from sliding down my face.

He was too rude.

I hate grown up dudes like him.

Judgemental prick.

"Dad, calm down. We didn't hook up, and don't call her stupid names." Dante growled, clenching his jaw. For a moment, I was astonished because I didn't think he'd stand up for me.

"Then explain why she's wearing your clothes." Paul glared back, squaring his shoulders and crossing his arms in a dominant stand.

"Yesterday she passed out in a party so I brought her home. Nothing happened. Now if you'll excuse us, I need to drop her home."

"Well...damn. I didn't know a small party would lead you into so much trouble." She exclaimed, sipping her Pepsi.

"Thank god Noah was fast asleep though. Otherwise I would've been dead meat."

The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. We headed to our next class, laughing about something stupid when I bumped into someone.

I look up in irritation, only to find Dante smirking at me. I avoided his gaze, quickling gathering my things and stumbling away. His fangirls would go crazy if they found out I'm associated with him in any way or form. It's not like I'm ashamed to be seen with him or anything, I just don't want any unnecessary drama with his crazy fan girls.

I was halted by an arm around my waist as I tried to make my escape. My cheeks reddened as I was pulled flush against his chest. Nerves shot through me because of the numerous pairs of eyes on us.

"See ya at five, nerd." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His arm vanished and he walked away like nothing happened.

Dear God, why are you testing me?

Stella stood still with her mouth wide open like a fish, like everyone else in the hall.

"You'll be catching flies if you don't close your mouth."

I grabbed her hand and dragged her to class, when suddenly a thought popped in my head.

What did he mean by 'see you at five?'

God, please help me stay away from this idiot.