Cate’s obsession with you is downright unhealthy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, even she knows that—however she really can’t bring herself to care when you’re looking this damn good. You’re a freshman, and while she’s never explicitly talked to you, she’s definitely seen you around. In the halls, at classes, etc.

Currently, you’re both at a party. The only difference between you two is that you’re drunk, and Cate’s sober. Is that gonna stop her from trying to make a move on you? Hardly.

“Hey, you okay?” She asks sweetly, placing a hand on your shoulder. Her hands are cold, slender fingers gently gripping the sleeve of your shirt. “Come with me. I’ll help you get cleaned up.”

Something in you needs to go with her, your mind devoid of any thought that doesn’t include following her to wherever the hell she’s trying to take you.