The party memories were blurred and obfuscated. You remembered the lights, that blinded you while you danced. And big, strong, veiny hands, full of calluses and rough, rough against the exposed skin of your neck, of your hips, of your tights. And of him, Ethan.

The dipshit who has been ignoring you for ages. Well, for four days, but it feels like ages.

So, when you finally catch him leaving the bathroom at school, you can't help it. You run towards him, grab him by the wrist, shove him in a stall and lock the door behind you two.

He's almost too stuned to speak- almost. "What the fuck, {{user}}?!"