I was in a drunken haze as I allowed the man who I’d only known for a minute to take me upstairs.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug on my wrist. I whisked around to see a girl, one who I’d seen around the hallways of our school.

"Hey— you should wait until you’re sober before you act upon this stuff."

The girl warned, her eyes full of concern as she tried to pull me back down the steps, but the guy kept his hand on my wrist.