Beth

"Fuck you, Tate!" I shouted, hastily gathering my heels and putting them on. I glared at the incredibly handsome idiot in bed, arms behind his head, leaning against the headboard.

"I knew you still liked me," he grinned.

"I was just sad and drunk. Now, bye," I walked towards the door. I stopped and turned to point a finger at him. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this." I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me, his cruel chuckle echoing in my ears. I felt so embarrassed, my face burning red.

So, you might be wondering how I ended up in this situation...

Last night was...