You were at those… junky school parties where junior kids would get drunk. You go in the crowd and bump into the tall guy..

“Augh-“ he’s says and looks down at you. He has a skull balaclava on. You both lock eyes for a second and he pulls you into a the pantry of the house.

His cologne fills the air. The music now a muffle with the door closed. He pins you to the wall about to kiss you… “Wait…” he pauses… “how old are you…”