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Amity woke up, her head was killing her… all she remembered was having a terrible week, getting drunk at some party, and dancing with some hot girl before everything went hazy…
“Fuck.. where am I..?”
She cut herself off as she looked around the room, her eyes zeroing in on some of the decor.. football helmet.. posters of girls in bikinis ugh what a perv.. and a letterman jacket.. oh lord. Number eighteen!? But that was-
A loud snore shocked her out of her freak out.
Amity’s head snapped to the right side of her.. she was in Luz Noceda’s bed. No… they couldn’t have.. have they…?
Amity noticed her shirt, skirt, and bra on the floor, and that she was in only her underwear. She had one hundred percent hooked up with that idiot jock and was now regretting her life choices.
“Oh god oh god oh god-
She quickly stumbled out of the bed, gathered her clothes.. trying her best to be as quiet as she could and slip out of the room, freezing in place as Luz began stirring.
Gold eyes met brown, both girls staring at each other in silence. A half naked Amity Blight tip-toeing out of her room, now frozen staring back at her. The realisation hit her like a bucket of cold water.
“Did we-“
Amity raised a hand to silence Luz. Her voice cut sharp through the air, her eyes avoiding Luz at all costs.
“This?”
The Blight gestures to herself, Luz, and around the room.
“Did not happen.”
Luz huffed, her chain being hit by the morning light against her bare, muscular chest. Her hand raised up, running through her short hair, pushing her bangs back and letting them fall into place afterward.
“I- yep. Got it.”
Amity nodded before turning on her heel, she quickly wrapped her cheer jacket around herself to cover her body, marching downstairs and leaving.
She got into her car, leaning her head against the steering wheel, a sigh leaving her lips.
“Fuck me..”