AN: Stephanie Meyer owns the Characters. I own the plot.

Chapter One-

Ugh. My head was killing me. I don't remember the last time I had a head ache this horrible! I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I quickly realized that this wasn't my room. In a rush, the night before came back to me. Break up. Green Eyes. Hottest man alive. Lots of Alcohol. BEST SEX EVER. FUCK! What did I do?

I looked over at the man lying next to me sleeping away. I knew I needed to get out of there. I slid out from under his arm as quietly as possible. All I wanted to do was grab my shit and leave. I'm not the type of chick who sleeps around and last night was a huge mistake! That's what I get for going out and drinking by myself. No Alice to keep me accountable.

Mission Accomplished. As soon as I was up I looked around for my clothes, shoes and phone. I found everything except my underwear. Oh well. I would have to live without. It wasn't like they were special. Hell I would probably toss all the clothes I had on now as soon as I got home to forget about this!

I slipped out of the front door and walked away as fast as I could. I had no fucking clue where I am or how I even looked. Also, I should have peed before I left. My bladder feels like it's going to explode. I have never in my life been happier that I had a smart phone. I used my GPS to find the nearest coffee shop and I headed that way. And then I did the only other thing I could think of, call Alice.

The phone rang a couple of times and then went to voicemail. Damn it! I tried again and this time Allie picked up.

"Bella?" She answered groggily. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Yea. I do. Hey can you come pick me up. I, uh, went out last night and need a ride. Please Allie." I said trying to hold back tears. God, I had always prided myself on not being one of those idiots who had a one nighter. Now look at me, doing the walk of shame and calling my friend to come get me at 6am on a Saturday.

"Bells, are you alright? And of course I'll come get you. Just tell me where you're at and I'll be right there." She said much more awake now.

"Thanks. And I'm fine. I don't really want to talk about it right now. When we get off the phone I'll text you the address" I replied.

"Alright. I'm going to the car now. I'll see you soon." And with that she hung up.

As I approached Starbucks, I searched my purse for a hair tie. At least the only thing that would looked fucked up was the make-up I was wearing last night. I was glad to see they were open. I could get some coffee for this hangover and freshen up a bit.

I decided to go to the bathroom and clean myself up first. It would be at least 20 minutes before Alice was here. Once I was finished getting my face cleaned up and I looked semi decent, I went out and order myself a Vanilla latte.

Next I decide to check my phone. See if I was stupid enough to post shit on Facebook during my drunken stupor. Other than my relationship status changing, I didn't post anything. Thank the fucking gods in heaven. I can't pretend it never happened if people saw I posted something one it.

I must have been sitting on my phone for longer than I thought because just then I got a text from Alice telling me she was outside and to bring her a Frappuccino. I was dreading getting in the car. I knew she wouldn't shut the fuck up unless I told her what happened the night before.

As I opened up the car door, right on queue, "So what the hell happened last night, bitch?" she said with a huge grin on her face.

AN: So keep it going or scrap?