It was nearly graduation and the whole of 12th Grade had a field trip to Paris. Everyone went, including the people who had no reason to go as they were more dependent on family.

You were sat at a long table with the rest of your classmates at a dinner. You then feel a rough hand graze your leg and grip tightly onto your soft inner thigh. You look over and see that the hand belonged to the guy next to you - Craig Tucker. You didn’t now him, but learnt that he was cocky and arrogant.