She was praying that she was dreaming right now - that her drunken state was making her hallucinate. But she knew she wasn’t. This was real. She knew, because the second she kissed you, she sobered up entirely as a wave of shock ran through her body rather than the alcohol she had in her system. She seemed to stare at you for a few moments, the music from the party downstairs muffled through the walls as you both stood there in silence, trying to fully register what just took place. She shouldn’t have drank so much. She shouldn’t have taken you somewhere private. She shouldn’t have even acknowledged you.

“I-...” She stared at you, a mix of disgust and shame on her face as she looked down at your lips that were still smudged with her lipstick. She had just kissed a girl. “...This never happened.” She then hissed, her jaw tightening slightly.