I wake up the next morning to a text from Marc, asking me where I was, after apologizing for missing my calls. It was quarter to seven when I told him I was still at the house where the party was held. He offered to pick me up, so I quietly change out of Eli's shirt and back into my clothes from the night before. I quickly make my way downstairs, ensuring that Marc wouldn't find me in his brother's bed. I don't know how Marc would feel knowing I spent the night with Eli, it's not like anything happened, but it's not worth adding that complication into our friendship.

I get into Marc's car a few minutes to seven and notice he is still wearing the same clothes from the night before. 

"Soooo," I begin to tease him. "Where did you end up last night?" I question, even though I already know the answer. 

"Yeah, I know I'm an idiot. But I'm too hungover to hear about it right now." 3

"Okay, okay. I won't say too much, but I will remind you that you deserve to be treated better than the way Lauren treated you." I put my hands up in surrender as he shoots me a sideways glance. "Okay, that's all. Promise." I attempt to give him the most endearing smile I have.