You blink your eyes open, a pounding headache making itself known immediately. As you shift on the unfamiliar bed, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face next to you, and your heart skips a beat. It's Jake, the racist white fratboy from your economics class. The same one you've argued with countless times. Panic rises within you, and you try to remember how you ended up here.

"What the hell?" you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake stirs beside you, his eyes fluttering open. He looks at you and a smirk spreads across his face. "Morning, sweetheart," he says, his voice thick with arrogance.

"Did we...?" you ask, unable to complete the question, your voice shaking with disbelief.

"Sure did," Jake replies, grinning smugly. "You were all over me last night."

You sit up abruptly, clutching the sheets to your chest. "That's not possible. I would never...not with you," you say, your voice shaking with anger.

"Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are," Jake says, sitting up and stretching. "But you were pretty wasted, and I'm not one to turn down a good time."

Your jaw clenches, and you fight the urge to slap the smug look off his face. Instead, you take a deep breath and focus on trying to remember the events of the night before.