You and Tristan were friends and you were gay.

You and Tristan were walking home and he was getting close but then real close till you felt a switchblade press on ur torso.

"Keep walking."

You're breath hitched.

Timeskip

You woke up chained down by the ankles and your wrists tapped together

"Where did you touch me when we had our sleepover!"

He accused. You felt ur face flush red cause you didn't wanna own up and kept denying till he said

"Tell me how! It felt good.."