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Juliana P.O.V
I struggled with opening my eyes, assuming I had cried myself to sleep last night, but oddly I don't remember anything that happened yesterday. After about 5 minutes of trying, I finally pried my eyes open, blinking several times to get the gunk away from my vision. Once I could see clearly I noticed something troublesome. This isn't my bed. This isn't my room, and I'm half naked.
I thought long and hard for a good ten minutes about what happened last night, but my mind just wouldn't work with me. My next thought frightened me even more. Was I alone? Almost like god was answering my question I felt movement on the other side of the bed. My eyes shot open, scared to see who was there. I knew for a fact it wasn't Crystal, because I would know what her room looked like. Hers had purple walls that would brighten and darken as the day went on. No, this room had grey walls, and they seemed vaguely familiar I just couldn't put my finger on it.
I couldn't take it anymore, the curiosity was killing me. I felt like Schrödinger's cat, I won't know who is behind me unless I turn around and take the risk.
So I slowly started to turn my body towards this mystery person. Once I was half way there I closed my eyes, for some odd reason. I was just too scared to know who was in this strange, but oddly familiar bed with me. Finally, after what felt like years had passed, I opened my eyes to find the one and only...Alex Rider. He was already wide awake and facing me, almost anticipating my reaction. Although he didn't look cautious of me at all, no no. He had a big (real) smile on his face, while his right hand was holding his head up and his left hand was propped up on his thigh. If I wasn't so surprised, I would have laughed at his choice of positions.
"Hi" Was all he said, and all it took for me to realize the situation we were in right now and how badly it looked. So I did the only thing I knew to do in a situation like this.
"Ahh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, jumping very suddenly out of the bed near the closed window. Alex began to laugh, but stopped very quickly once his eyes began to roam my body making me feel oddly hot down where the sun don't shine. He raked over my flat stomach and stopped at my breast. I was surprised when he licked his lips, and from his eyes, so was he. After what seemed like forever, his beautiful blue eyes reached mine and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. This lasted for about a minute before I realized why I jumped up in the first place. "You!" I screamed and point my finger at him.
"Me!" He yelled right back. I could tell from the look in his eyes that this was a just a game to him. Like he knew something I didn't, which he probably did, but that's not the point.
I was really scared to ask what I asked next. "W-w-what ha-happened last night?" you could hear the fear and curiosity pouring through my vocal cords. He gave me a sly smirk.
"What?" He said raising his eyebrows. "You don't remember?" The way he said it sounded so suggestive, that I could feel the innocence leave my body from just hearing that. I tried to think even harder than before. What did I do last night? I sat down on the edge of his bed, and I noticed that he could see how hard I was thinking about this. What could have happened last night where I would end up in his house half-naked, sleeping in his bed? Then everything hit me at once. Chase, Alex, passed out Chase, bedroom, crystal, confession, crying and blacking out. There was too much to take in at once. It was making my body go on overload. My eyes began to well up and I started to hyperventilate. The second Alex heard my wheezing, his playful smirk turned into a worried frown.
Alex P.O.V
The second I saw her remember last night's event I could see panic rush through her beautiful eyes. Then suddenly it was like her body couldn't handle the information and she started hyperventilating. Shit! Shit, shit, fucking shit! What the fuck am I supposed to do. Now I wish I was listening during 7th grade health when they were talk about things like CPR and shit like that, but I never thought I would need it.

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After Hours
Teen Fiction"Cool, lets go!" we jumped off his bed and ran towards his stairway, where he sat on his railing. "What are you doing?" I asked the crazy person. "Being cool," He jested just before he began to slide down his railing like a little kid. I just imagin...