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Halloween was the sluttiest holiday of the year, for most people, anyone. Especially for a certain group of girls, more commonly known as M.A.N.G, who had decided to all sport one of Britney Spear's iconic looks. Obviously, you were an outsider to the group but nonetheless acknowledged their suggestive clothing.

For the majority of the night, you were basically a wallflower, which you weren't exactly surprised by. Not to make everything about you but you've always kind of struggled to make friends. But, then, there was Abby Littman, one of the only people that showed any interest in you.

In fact, here she came now. "Hey, you wanna make out?" Her request was sudden but certainly not unwelcome.