Waking with a jolt, Camila let out a groan of pain when she realized how badly her head was hurting. Oh, fuck. “What the hell,” she mumbled, realizing that not only was her head hurting, but she really needed to puke. Without really thinking, she rolled out of bed and scurried towards the bathroom, kneeling next to the toilet and waiting for the worst. It was painful and absolutely disgusting, but it was necessary for the hangover to subside. After puking her guts out, Camila stumbled towards the sink and filled her mouth with water, washing out the awful taste. She spotted mouthwash and poured some into her mouth. As she was gargling it, she realized she had no idea where she was. It wasn’t really like her to not know where she was, but by the fact that she was completely naked, it was obvious to her that she’d hooked up with someone. As soon as she walked out of the room and saw Landon in the bed, Camila felt dizzy almost instantaneously. There was no way that they’d slept together and not even realized it. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...” She cursed under her breath, grabbing the closest piece of clothing on the floor -- Landon’s shirt -- and pulled it over her head for her to wear. She didn’t want to be completely naked while she was having a huge fucking freak out. Camila started pacing back and forth in the room, obviously very stressed, while her ex-boyfriend continued to sleep in the bed next to her. “How the fuck did this happen? How does something like this happen?” She was mumbling to herself, trying to convince herself to wake Landon up to ask what the fucking fuck happened last night.

















