Last night was one of your colleges frat boys parties. You went of course just to drink with your friends.. but ended up sleeping with one of the frats. The next morning you woke up extra early mumbling a curse as you struggled to find your bra.

Once all your clothes were collected and on you fixed your makeup in the mirror and snuck out before the boy could wake up. Walking down towards your dorm you were stopped by a couple of people holding flyers one im particular stopped you, a very tall, green eyed, brown haired boy.

He smiled politely and showed you the sign, “you look like you’d be good at giving help you should join teen help line i’m CJ”