Misaki noticed that Masaru was quickly waking from his deep sleep.  As soon as his snoring stopped and she saw his eyes flutter open.  The poor girl let out a squeak of suprise as he sat up so suddenly, his face was a scarlet red color, just as hers was, but his might of been an even deeper shade.  She cringed as the boy fell off the bed and hit his head.  She was about to ask if he was alright, when he questioned what had happened the night before.   "I have the same question!" She exclaimed, in mixture of shock and anger.<br/><br/>Masaru Hayashi, one of the most popular guys at school, and also the biggest pain in the ass she had ever encountered.  She could never understand why he always bothered her at school.  It was almost like a routine they would go through.  They had a few classes together and he would constantly poke her or throw balls of paper at the back of her head when the teacher wasn't looking.  He even called her by her nickname at times, Misa-chan, even though only her closest friends called her that.  Not to mention, she had always wondered why he had to pick on her of all people.  Maybe he liked to mess with her cause she was one of the few girls at their school that wasn't totally head over heels in love with Masaru.<br/><br/>Misaki took the opportunity to slip her button up white shirt and uniform skirt on while Masaru had left to wash his face.  Her cheeks were still hot as se tried to recollect her memories.<br/>'Lets see....I remember being forced to drink tht bottle of beer..'<br/>She would have to remember to kill Shino the next time she saw him.<br/>'Then I faintly remember leaving the party with a friend.  Yeah, I remember that bit now; my friend had volunteered to help me get home.  Then I remember Masaru stumbling by and talking to me..' And that was as far as she could remember.  But judging from the state of the room, she could assume what might have happened.  Then again, she was still in her underwear, as so was he.  Maybe they didn't go all the way.   Tht brought a slight sigh of relief to Misaki's lips as she stood up from the bed.<br/><br/>As she stood, Misaki took the moment to run her sore neck, but flinched when she felt a bit of pain, from what felt like a bruise.  The girl's eyes widened as she went to the closest mirror and pulled the collar of her shirt open to look at her neck and chest.  She had hickies tracing along her delicate skin.  Two were on her neck and there were a few on her chest that were pretty large.   She looked at her left arm and rolled up the sleeve to see a few light traces of bite marks still on her skin.   She blushed harder as she rolled down the sleeve and she stomped over to Masaru in his bathroom.  She slammed the door open and looked at him angrily, a face she usually gave him.  "What the heck?!  You bit me last night!!   There's hickies all over my neck!!" She growled as she glared viciously into his eyes.  Her eyes were lit with fiery anger as she pointed to the bruises on her neck.  Her eyes sarted to his neck as well and she noticed a few hickies on his neck as well.   Her cheeks felt like they were burning.<br/><br/>"What did we do last night??!" She said, sounding a bit more panicked now, but still growing with anger.  Misaki was very close to him as she stared up at the tall male, ready to punch the living day lights out of him if he had raped her.