Rubbing her head, Zandra sat at the couch of her dorm, taking small and slow sips of the black coffee she'd held in her hand. Trying to get over a hangover was the worst, especially when you didn't black out. Last night was all very odd for Zandra, considering that she'd almost always gone to parties just to see if someone could hook her up. She'd been in such a mind set that she couldn't find the meaning for going to another party unless she knew someone who could help her out was going to be there, and that's exactly why she went, except this time she found herself in a much more sticky situation. Now, she'd had her fair share of flirting- boys and girls had all at some random point in their lives devoured enough liquid courage in them to try and ask out the bad ass, but it almost always ended in rejection and a 'spilled drink' all over their clothes, seeing as Zandra wasn't exactly the easiest girl to get around with. Sure, she knew how to be deceiving, cunning, enticing. She was beautiful, with high cheek bones and and a sly smirk always on her lips. She knew it, too, but a lot of it didn't matter when she'd already had the attention of so many people. Why try and mess that up, when her popularity just kept growing. She was showing preppy school girls who was boss, and even she had to admit it was pretty kickass from time to time. The only problem was when Easton left, that's when things started to get downhill.
Zandra had always been a fan of drugs- she'd used them with her friends, by herself, she even knew how to deal from time to time if she got bored. And tonight would only be more fun for her, except she'd been ever so lucky to grant the attention of Jake Winters, someone she'd recognized all too well. With his cheesy grin and slur of words, she could tell he was drunk, and her first instinct was to get away. She didn't hate the kid, but she definitely couldn't tolerate him, especially in a time like this. "C'mon babe, youuu gotta to go out wih me," he'd state, and she could feel him stepping closer and closer to her with each word. Although she knew he'd probably stop and go brag to his friends about his date with an older woman (just by a year, but she was sure it most likely counted for something stupid in his book) she couldn't agree until she'd felt he'd turned into an absolute psychopath. After around an hour and a half of polite declining she was done. No drugs could be secretly handed to her with Jake on her back, so maybe leaving early before she was totally smashed was a good idea. Grabbing her coat, she could remember trying to leave until she heard a familiar voice yelled her name. "Zandra, Zandra!" Jake called her, and she was so frustrated that she'd finally turned around. There he was, Jake Winters, standing ontop of a roof. She'd thought deeper about the thought, just wondering how many people were probably looking at her like she had made him do this. "Go out with me tomorrow or I'll jump!" By now everyone had gotten out their cellphones, dialing 911. Zandra had been so overly shaken she wasn't even ready to agree, but she did anyways. "Jake, I'd love to go out with you, but please just come down." As she watched him retrace his steps and stumble back a bit, she helped him to her car once he was inside, and got in the drivers seat, dizzy. She definately had more to drink then she'd thought, and popping a few drugs just minutes before she'd left didn't help. Although she knew she was in a much better state then Jake, she couldn't give off a bad impression and turned to him, worried. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she'd screamed, ready to lose it. Although he kept a stupid smile on his face before passing out, she figured him being okay was enough and drove to his house.
After that most was a blur. She could faintly remember him giving her directions to his room as he leaned against her side and she kept two very protective arms around him, making sure he was stable enough to walk. Once he had gotten to his room she had made it to her car, and that's all that stuck in her mind. The pills. They had definitely taken their toll on her, and even though that's what she'd wanted, she knew she could have been a little more careful on how she acted that night. As she felt her phone vibrate, she saw a little reminder telling her she'd have to meet up with Jake at a cafe a few blocks away. Although she couldn't remember anything, she knew her texts wouldn't lie and scrolled through them, reading what they'd exchanged back and forth. Most of it was just worry from Zandra and a bunch of grammar mistakes from Jake, but a promise was a promise and she really did not need another one of his episodes to spring out on her if she missed. Getting up and changing into a dress that was a lot more summery, she'd washed her face, only bothering to take her hair out of it's messy bun and put in her contacts. The nice thing with someone like Jake was she knew it wouldn't take much to please him, especially because the only times he'd ever really seen her was with her makeup on. No harm, no fowl was allowed in her book. So, gradually, she made her way to her car, speeding off.
As she pulled into the tiny parking lot, Zandra got out, grabbing her Chanel clutch and walking inside, looking around for Jake. There he was, sitting and waiting patiently, something the brunette was almost surprised to see. She'd usually expect someone like him to be flirting with one of the barista's his age- not to mention a lot were just naturally pretty, unlike her-but seeing a change in him actually made her smile for once. Approaching him, she sat across from him, putting her clutch on the table and crossing her arms in front of her. Although she still had a killer headache, she was really hoping Jake could make her forget that in a matter of seconds. Smiling genuinely, she reached for his hand, trying her best to be sincere in the state that she was in. "Hey, you alright? I know some crazy shit went down yesterday..." giggling and retracting her hand, she watched him, hoping to figure out the exact reason he'd been so weird lately. Although she may be acting nice, she had no intentions of admitting she'd actually cared for him ten times more since last night, even if that was the case.
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