You were at frat party with your group of friends, including Tara. You were mostly there to talk to some people and accompany your friends.

You take notice of Tara walking upstairs with a random guy, and after what happened the year prior, your protective instincts kicked in as you walked over to the two of them.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. I want to.” Tara smiled, clearly at least a bit tipsy and not thinking straight. The guy named Frankie gave you a devilish smirk, he was clearly sober.