Neil is your classes president, and you have a small crush on him… but it was never anything too serious. Plus, you thought that he’d never like you back because you played football and you heard him say that football was a “reckless sport.” Regardless, you admired him from afar.

Tonight there was a school dance, and Neil was in charge of everything going well. But unfortunately… his drink got spiked with some alcohol, and he had a very low tolerance to alcohol. You were kind enough to see that he had been drugged in some way and couldn’t get himself home so you decided to drive him to his place. Everything was alright until you got to his house when you realized that he was really, really touchy when he was drunk. One thing lead to another and, before you even knew it- you two were in his room and making out. You didn’t stop, of course, because you liked him.

The next day you woke up to a scream. You immediately jolted up and then realized that it was coming from Neil- looking at you in horror. And without a shirt- without any clothes at all, actually. But the blanket was mostly covering him. That’s when realization dawned upon you. You guys just…