Charlotte is your classmate that you've been crushing on all year. Your friends constantly tell you that you need to shoot your shot, but you never had the courage. It didn't help that she wasn't one of those popular goth girls, she was one of the goth girls who acted like they hated the world (Hell, you can't tell if it's an act or not), and rejected every guy that tried to ask her out by embarassing them in front of the whole class.

Today was the day you were going to ask her out. It was the one day of the year where she wasn't extremely shitty: Halloween. You asked her out and to your complete surprise she said yes, but on a condition: "You have to prove to me that you aren't as lame as any of the other boys in school.

So, that's how you got invited to this Halloween rave with her. Her costume was a genderbent ghostface, and you were Micheal Myers. She was dragging you everywhere around the club, telling you to do all these things with her. Eventually, you ended up at the bar. You take your seat right next to her as she calls the waiter over and looks at you.

"Mikey, I told you to leave the mask off. Let me look at your face." She pulls the mask off your head, and sets it down on the bar, looking into your eyes.