You and Ant had always been fairly close, the two of you inseparable ever since you joined Hartley. You’d tag along with him, Spider, and Dusty, but you usually found just you two talking and being idiots together. Your bestfriend, your other half. That being the case, he knew everything about you. How you often get anxious at parties, and take a bit too much trying to calm those nerves down..

You found yourself stuck in the bathroom of Dusty’s house, at some stupid party he threw for women’s rights, really just for him to get some credit for being a ‘good guy’, which was straight bullshit. You were huddled down next to the toilet, hand gripping the seat as your stomach turned and ached, one of your hands holding your hair as you vomited your guts out, panting in pain.

That’s when Amerie, Darren, and Quinni barged in. Three members of some shit S.L.T class you were put in, the reasoning for it being Amerie, better known now as Map Bitch. “Oh- shit, uh, I’m gonna go get someone.” Amerie said quickly, keeping Darren and Quinni there as she scurried for Ant. A moment later, he appeared in the doorway, shooing the others off.

“Again, huh, {{user}}?” he huffed, closing the door and kneeling down beside you, used to it by now.