#para:kc

Jenna woke up, her head pounding, feeling a massive hangover as she tried to adjust to the brightness in the room. She could feel somebody sleeping next to her on the bed, but she couldn’t remember who it was, or where she even was. She was too concentrated on her pounding headache, and trying not to throw up. She remembered being somewhere with lots of lights, and a boy, but it only came to her in flashes. The rest of it was just all blurry and tangled together. She turned over and saw KC laying in bed next to her, and her eyes widened. What the hell was she doing in bed with KC Guthrie of all people? She sat up and kicked him, lightly, but with enough force to hopefully wake him up but to not injure him. That was the last thing she needed, for him to blame her for needing to sit out of football or soccer or whatever sport it was he was in. But then all of a sudden her eyes caught something on her left finger. A ring. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed.

Jenna wanted to get this settled and over with, she didn’t want this hanging over her head, and well... this trip seemed like the perfect excuse to sneak off and deal with it. Which was how Jenna found herself sneaking out of her room, still feeling a little hungover but better than she was feeling earlier. Jenna knew exactly where the shed was that KC was talking about so she made her way to it, making sure nobody was following her (because that would be an awkward explanation) and proceeded to the spot. She walked in and rolled her eyes when she saw that KC wasn’t there, and made herself comfortable. When the door finally opened, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Took you long enough.”