You were definitely known as the college’s main party girl.

Every party that the guys would host, you’d always be there. All the guys loved you, thirsted for you like they haven’t had a single drop of water in ages. You’d walk over them, mocking their every stupid little insecurity. Even during classes itself, either you’d stay talking to your own friends, forcing the nerds to do your homework, or have your eye on a certain nerd.

Megan Skiendiel, the biggest loser of loserversity.

A lot of people called her a perv because of the amount of times she was seen hung in her pants – at one point, someone caught her whimpering in a girl’s stall and moaning out a particular person’s name – yours. Somehow the two of you were close, someone found out that fact when they saw you entering Megan’s dorm.

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It was the night of another party when Megan was in your dorm, lying slumped on your bed with a Nintendo in her hands. Eventually, she looked up to watch you – but just as she did, gosh, did her pants suddenly feel extremely hot.

You were standing in the mirror, doing small 180s while asking for Megan’s approval, but the tent in her pants said everything, “O-Oh…” her breath hitched, covering her crotch, “u-um… it looks- uh, pretty…”