Pilot

The sound of people partying and drinking filled your mind, partially why you agreed to go upstairs with a hot jerk. You knew that being intoxicated can lead to regretful actions which is why you wanted to ignore him and go home. Obviously, the small part of you couldn't hold you back from the stupid thing called sex. It didn't mean anything, just a distraction and alcohol taking over your mind.

The next morning you woke up to a major headache and an empty bed. Of course. It was just a one night stand.

First person POV

Surprisingly, I wake up to a phone call from Mar, my close friend. I didn't think my phone would end up next to me right after I just hooked up with someone I barely knew. I groan and answer her, ready to answer her continuous questions of where I've been.

"Ye-" before I could even finish a word, Mar quickly asks where I am and why I'm not home.

"Sarina, why are you not home?? And where did you disappear last night? I told you to be safe and stay away from all of the perverts at the party"

I mindlessly chuckle and answer her "Chill, I was safe enough to know what I was doing" was I though? "And sorry for answering the phone so late, I just woke up and I have a major hangover. Heck I don't even know where I am" I just realized that I'm not somewhere familiar.

"Hold on, I think I know exactly where you are since you obviously got distracted and had sex with a major weirdo. Since I know where you are I'll pick you up. I'll text you when I'm near by."

"Thanks Mar, I'll see you soon. Oh and can you bring me some new clothes I really need them" I hang up the phone as I'm already up looking for my clothes.

To my surprise, my undergarments are still on my body and I have small marks on my neck down to my chest. I look all over the floor and under the bed but I can't find my clothes anywhere. Than I see a closet across the bed so I open it and lucky me I find a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie. I put them on and slowly walk towards the door opening it just in case anyone is home. On my way out I grab my phone and shoes that were by the door.

I open the door a little bit and look to see if there is anyone than I open it all the way and I start to make my way downstairs, slowly remembering what happened last night.

I walk down the stairs quick but also admire how clean the house is especially after the party last night. I see the front doors and make my way towards it and as I'm practically running, a deep and familiar voice says....

"I see you've found my clothes, couldn't find yours after last night?"

well shit...