Alex was laying down on her bed, quite naked, staring the hanging on her bed, when Hugo's voice rang out her name. She had snuck away with James after the dance up to her dorm, and yes, they shagged, but no, she didn't even feel smug about it, like she thought she would. Just sort of...guilty. And she never felt guilty. Ever. So she lay on her bed afterward, finger laced across her stomach.
When she heard Hugo calling her name, she bolted into a sitting position and looked toward the door. "Shit," she breathed, climbing out of bed and pulling shorts and a shirt on. No one was in the dorm, thankfully, when she walked toward the door, and-before fixing her face into a steelly look-opened it abruptly.
"Yeah? What? Come to call me a bitch again? Come to-wait," she snorted, amused, and fond as she looked up at him. "Are you drunk? You're drunk."