~Jack POV~
I woke up in my messy bedroom with a massive headache. I stretched and yawned, realizing I had literature in forty-five minutes. I didn't mind, it was enough time to get ready, grab a coffee and make it on time for once.

I got up and walked into the bathroom while rubbing my eyes. I turned the faucet on and waited a moment for it to heat and splashed some on my face. I looked up in the mirror and almost screamed but covered my mouth with my hands quickly.
What the fuck happened to my hair?
It's fucking green?!

I whimpered and started to pat and ruffle up my hair. 'What the hell happened last night?' I asked myself. I must have been pretty fucking drunk, I hate the color green.

I decided to text (y/n). All that I can remember is that I was with her last night.

I went through my phone until I found her contact, labeled as "Better Half 💞".
There were no recent texts, which was weird. But maybe she'll know what happened.

Me: 'Good Morning Gorgeous 😘'.

I didn't expect an immediate reply, so I put my phone down and got ready.

For me to shave, shower, change, and brush my teeth, took me thirty minutes which is actually quite faster than usual. I checked my phone and still no text from (y/n), but she had read my message. Is she ignoring me?

I shrugged it off and figured she was probably about to reply, but then got distracted by something else and forgot. I grabbed some meds to help my hangover, then I started to walk to the campus and stopped by a café near by. I only ordered a small black coffee, and continued my morning walk down to the college.

I stepped into the class before it started, but there were several people already here. I found my assigned seat next to (y/n), and she was turned around facing away from me talking to... Daithi...
Her hair was different too... It was my favorite color...
Charlotte was sitting on Craig's lap talking to him, but that's not what I was worried about.

"Hey baby..." I walked over to (y/n) and attempted to kiss her lips but she pulled away and got out of her chair and walked to be next to Daithi, where he wiggled his arm to fit around her waist.

"Jack. What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked with a sneer.

"What am I doing? What the hell is he doing?" I pointed at Daithi.

"He's just-"

"Enough chit-chat. Class is about to begin." Dennis interrupted (y/n). We all sat in our seats, (y/n) to my left, Daithi behind her, Charlotte to her left and Craig behind me.

About fifteen minutes into Dennis' boring ass lecture, I ripped paper out of my notebook and scribbled a sloppy mini letter on it.

'What do you think you were doing with Daithi? And why did you ignore my text...?' I put my pencil down and made sure Dennis wasn't looking so I could put the note on (y/n)'s desk. When I placed it, she picked it up, read it, and ignored that as well by stuffing it into her pocket and not responding. I scoffed and grabbed another paper.

'What's your deal?'

I wrote and tossed it to my left. Ignored again, and placed into her pocket.

'(y/n) why are you mad at me?'

This time she had enough, and threw the note to the ground. My heart shattered.

What happened last night?

Did I do something so horribly wrong to make her hate me so much?

No...

I could never do that to someone I love so much.