She's never been so mortified and embarrassed before. The best thing at that moment was for the earth to open up and swallow her.
Ever since she woke up in Liam's room, she's been desperate to recall everything that happened. And now, she wished she hadn't. She dearly wished she didn't.
Her memories were killing her. She could believe she had done and said those things with her own mouth.
She could hear her drunken voice in her head right now.
'I need a shower'
'Have you showered? We can shower together'
'Could you help me take off my clothes?'
'I can't find my boobs! Wow! You found them!'
She recalled the bathroom incident too, and physically flinched at herself for puking into his mouth.
But she wasn't done.
More memories rushed in.
When she had woken up and worn his clothes, determined to get to class. How she had gotten lost and had run into Jeremy and Finn making out - darn it, she knew there was something she'd wanted to tell Eric.
