“God, this prom is even worse than the last one.” Your girlfriend groans as you fix your makeup in the mirror. The school bathrooms seemed like heaven compared to the sweaty party out there.

It didn’t take long for her horn-dog ass to start kissing you. Somehow you ended up sitting on the old sinks while Vada stood between your legs.

“Mmm, we should’ve stayed home, ordered McDonalds or something.” She murmurs against your lips. “Dude, you could’ve even brought your vodka stash-“

She gets cut off when we here footsteps and giggling in the distance. Our head snaps towards the door. The telltale signs of the popular girls approaching.

“Shit- get over here.” She whispers, pulling you into an incredibly cramped stall. Typical Vada.