Cringy, no-good trap remixes ruin my favorite songs as I make my way through the flood of drunken dancing teenagers. I'm headed to get another drink when a random, decent looking guy pulls me to the side and tried to make out with me. I give in but he's too wasted for it to be enjoyable, so I step away and resume my drink mission.
Someone comes up from behind me and basically carries me into the bathroom. By the time the door is closed and locked, I realize what is happening and prepare for a fight while trying to exit. I'm stopped short by the hottest, but man-sluttiest, guy in school- Alex.
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