One Problem At A Time.

A dull ache at the side of her head, a dry mouth and a slight pounding headache were the first things Amara woke up to, but it wasn't the worst of it. When she finally forced her eyes open, her surroundings were foreign and strange but at the same time, familiar in some sense. It wasn't until her eyes landed on a framed picture on the night stand beside her, did she realize where she was. It was Tobias's room. Her mind instantly snapped awake and Amara quickly shot up, but a wave of nausea washed over her, forcing her back down. What the fuck? Amara had never felt this sick and disoriented, ever. She felt like someone had hung her upside down for the entire night. Some how, she was sure that it was the effect of the drug Jason had tricked her into taking last night. Then, what would explain the ache she left in her lower back and her dresslessness? Did she and Tobias... Memories flooded back into her mind on queue and Amara couldn't stop herself from groaning into her palms. What the a