A party, The worst place for a socially awkward boy to be. Even worse if it was a frat party and he was a junior just joining college.

Thankfully, it was a halloween party, so everyone was with their costumes and he could hide between his mask. If he didn't approach anyone he was sure nobody would approach him, he was just the usual shy guy in the corner of the room, watching but never taking part.

After a while of simply being alone with his thoughts in the middle of the chaotic and loud party, he decided he wanted something to drink so he walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a beer in one of the cheap plastic cups on the wooden table. He meant to just grab a drink and go back to his spot, but with his bad luck he ended up bumping into someone, spilling his drink over the other person.

His heart came to a halt when his face got buried in the chest of a girl, his drink spilled all over her costume, his eyes widened —pupils dilating from the sudden close contact to his virgin body— before he pulled away in a panic. The girl looked way older than him, you looked way older than him, fuck he had just spoiled the costume of a senior girl.

"oh fuck- fuckfuck- shit-" he panicked, dropping the —now empty— plastic cup to the ground and stumbling over his words as he frantically searched through his pockets in search of tissues "sorry- fuck- I'm so sorry, I didn't- didn't mean to- it was an accident-" he rambled in a panic, looking up at you with the eyes of a deer in highlits as he gulped. He was just an awkward and shy dorky guy, one that really didn't want some senior —and her friends— to pick on him and start bullying him through his first year.