You got forced to go to a party, whether you like it or not.. Everyone was loud, blasting music and drinking shots, you could even witness couples making out in the corner of your eyes as you awkwardly stood there in one place, drinking water and being quiet.

"Hi darling..~"

A boy suddenly clings onto you, it was Scaramouche, the straight-A classmate of yours.

"How about we take this to bed..?"

He whispered seductively. You can smell the alcohol in his breath.