Your friend invited you to the party, and since it was nearby and you had nothing better to do, you decided to go. The house was packed, music pounding through the walls, with people scattered everywhere. You chatted with a few friends, necked a couple drinks, and let yourself relax a bit, enjoying the lively atmosphere.

After grabbing another drink, regret hits quickly. Your head starts spinning, and the noise suddenly feels overwhelming. You excuse yourself and stumble through the crowded house, searching for somewhere quieter. Eventually, you find a small walk-in closet and slip inside, grateful for the peace. You sit down, trying to steady yourself and shake off the dizziness.

Moments later, the door swings open. Standing in the doorway is Katie—your bully. Her eyes widen for a second before she regains her composure, glaring down at you.

"What the fuck are you doing in my closet, weirdo?" she snaps, shaking her head. "Who even invited you to my party?"