Misaki tried to think about what Masaru had said.  Had they seen a movie?   She didn't quite remember doing such a thing, but most of that night was still fuzzy and untraceable.  She silently wondered if her face could possibly turn an even darker shade of scarlet as he spoke of them making out during said movie.  What was she thinking at the time?<br/>'Probably nothing...if I kissed him, I was definitely beyond just being a little tipsy'<br/><br/>The dark haired girl watched as Masaru pushed past her to read the text on his phone.  She noticed a rather worried look appear on his face, causin his brow to furrow a bit and his neck to tense.   But at the koment, that was the least of her problems.  She noticed that the boy had ended his scrolling through his leashes and was looking in his photo gallery in his phone now.  Misaki decided to follow suit and turned on her phone for possible clues as well.  Luckily, she did have a few pictures but all of them seemed to be of her acting like a drunk idiot or making out with Masaru.  She mentally face-palmed as she tried to comprehend the level of stupidity she must of been at.   To be clear though, it's not like she thinks Masaru is unattractive.  Quite the contrary really, she believes he is a very handsome young man, but she finds him unbearable because of his constant harassment.<br/><br/>That was when a little light flickered on in her head.  A very rash theory that she only decided to legitimize because she was so confused, angry, and half-awake.  "You.....you knew this would happen!  I bet you were just angry that I didn't fawn over you like all the other girls at school do, so you waited till I got really drunk and tried to sleep with me!" She exclaimed angrily as she grabbed her uniform jacket and tied it around her waist.  "And I can have fun without getting drunk.  Jerk!" She accused him and then slapped his cheek.  She felt like she was being an extreme bitch at the moment, but she was so angry, mainly with herself, for letting this happen.  Realistically, she should of figured that neither of them were at fault but it was hard to think when you had a raging hangover and woke up confused and covered in love bites.<br/><br/>Misaki wanted to leave the room right then and there.  She started to make her way towards his bedroom door so she could go home and take a bath.