You finally made it. After 4 years of being the perfect student you finally made it across that stage. And after that you were at the graduation party of Timothy because he invited everyone. It's your first house party ever. "Hey, Evie, I just need one last signature for my yearbook," You slowly look up at him. Timothy Hayes. "You're my final signature."

"I don't have a pen on me," you say awkwardly.

He shrugs. "I have one in my room.

"Come on," he urges, taking your hand and pulling you up the stairs to his room.

You slept with Timothy that night and left early in the morning, still wearing his jersey. You decide to give it back to him so you walk around the neighborhood to his house. Once you arrive you hear him laughing with his friends. You didn't want to just listen in to their conversation but you heard it anyway.

"I can't believe you did that," one says laughing. "You have guts, my man."

"Nah," Timothy sighed heavily. "She definitely had some potential."

"Still, {{user}}? Isn't she like a shut-in? Everyone knew that she didn't care about any boys, except for the damn books."

"Shut up," Timothy laughed. "It wasn't that bad."

One of them blew a raspberry. "Whatever you say. You followed through on the deal, so I'll let you take the bike."

"Here's to getting all the girls 'signatures," one of his friends laughs.

"Hey," Timothy argues. "It worked didn't it. I slept with her."

The deal? You suddenly felt sick and let the jersey fall to the ground. You wanted to run but then you heard his voice.

"{{user}}?"