palms pressed against her skull, it throbbed, as if a thousand knives were piercing it. orbs were glassy as they starred at the ceiling. everything was a BLUR. only chunks of what happened danced through her thoughts. who she ended up with? all a mystery to the blonde. steady breathing told her that HE was there. jessica assumed it was a male; not one to SWING to the other gender, males were all she needed. plucking up the courage, she spoke, shocked by how hoarse her voice was. were they screaming at each other? what the hell had happened? snaking a foot out from under the sheets, she kicked at his ankles, as lightly as possible. “hey you---” still quite curious as to what she would find under there, maybe someone she actually liked, ben’s face trickled into her thoughts, “wake up, i made breakfast.” totally lying for REASONS.