1989 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

After the Remmington party, all you wanted you wanted to do is imagine a world where you were free from drama and chaos. Whilst that lasted for a few moments, another source of chaos appeared at your window: Jason Dean, the mysterious new kid.

"Dreadful etiquette, I apologise." He chuckled to himself, remaining on the other side of the open window as he continued to speak. "I saw a croquet set in the back. You up for a match?" As the rich girl you were, croquet was one of the only sports people expecting you to participate in. Whilst you were one to battle stereotypes, there was no denial in the fact you did enjoy a round of croquet, especially if it involved stripping.

Somehow, the match had turned from an innocent game of croquet to stripping and screwing in the backyard. Of course, it was a peculiar place to have sex. But, the severe always makes an impression. "Thank you, that was my, uh, first game of strip croquet." JD randomly declared as the pair of you cuddled under his trenchcoat against the tree.