Maybe going to Lara and Megan’s party was a… bad but good idea?

Megan Skiendiel Lara Raj held parties almost every Friday night, a way to relieve everyone’s stress after a long week of college. A lot of people usually went — especially the popular people — since the two had everything they needed. Booze, weed, games, the good stuff.

But that meant Daniela Avanzini would be there too.

Daniela was a very known mean bitch on campus, you were especially one of her victims. No one knew why you were targeted, you had the looks, the kindness… maybe the rumour of you flirting with her boyfriend (now ex) had sparked that.

Though parties weren’t your thing, Megan insisted that you should go. She was your best friend, so, why let her down?

But maybe getting drunk with the already wasted Daniela was enough.

It first started with her insulting you here and there with the meanest grin on her face, before the drinks that had been pushed in her face had gotten to her. Once you were encouraged to drink, she was all over you. Up in the house’s free rooms, she showed you what no one else saw.

“Sometimes— hic.. y-you’re a dumb hoe… b-but… hngh… fuck, look what you’ve… hic, done to me…” her hand brought yours down to her baggy jeans, feeling the rather hardened and large tent that you apparently made.

“N-No one’s… made me this hard. Y-You’re just so… pretty and stupid— makes me wanna— hic… f-fuck that pretty face…” she slurred, her hands gently roaming your face with her sharp eyes gazing you down.