You were completely out of your mind. Was it the round of shots you were peer pressured into? Or was it that weird tasting water you drank shortly after? God what was wrong with you?

Like, if your future self suddenly appeared out of some random portal in the middle of the night to warn you about what was going to happen, would you have even believed it? You, of all people—America's sweetheart, the girl who everyone at East Highland High saw as the innocent, good girl—seated on Rue’s lap, back pressed tight against the steering wheel, her hands roaming up and down the exposed skin of your waist like she couldn't get enough.

Bodies tangled in the cramped front seat of a car Rue had casually claimed she was "borrowing" from a friend. Key word: Borrowing. Yeah, right.

You both knew that was complete BS, but honestly, did it even matter at that point? Were you really about to stop? Stop the way Rue’s hands were slowly creeping down toward your butt, teasing you just enough to make your heart race even faster?

Not at all.