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Years later. Sophomore Year of high school. High school party. Your POV.

We walked to a friend's house for a party. Her name is Stephanie, she was a good friend of mine. She invited many people, and me because I was apart of the popular kids or whatever.

Nyla besides me and busy texting someone. I felt anxiety kick in as I stepped on the front lawn. The dark green grass and dark brown porch, drunk teenagers and high ones, they all were there. The anxiety got worse when I realized what I was wearing was very revealing.

I groaned. Nyla wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "We'll be okay. If someone hits you, you know to beat their ass. And if someone tries to touch you?" She started then let me finish. "Kick them, scream for you and beat their ass!" I finished her sentence, she nodded giving me a fist bump and walked in.

Very loud and obnoxious music played. I hated it. A lot. Stephanie saw us, she brought us up to her room where I saw my friend group and a few other guys. Brendon, Patrick and Stephanie were the only ones who weren't drunk nor high. Tyler and Josh were of course making out in the closet, Melanie smoking on the bed, and Gerard watching something on his phone, while drinking beer.

I assumed it was porn, I could already hear the moans from his shitty Air Pods. A feeling of paranoia and deep fear ran through every part of my body. I closed my legs tightly as I sat against the floor, hugging my arms, watching as Stephanie danced with Cianna and Nyla.

I shivered in fear. I was insecure as soon as Stephanie spoke to all of us within the walls of the room. "Let's play a game.." one of the boys insisted. "Yeah. We should." Another one agreed, looking at me.

"Truth or dare." Cianna said. I frowned and tightened up. We played some rounds and it soon became my turn for the 4th time. One of those boys asked me a truth or dare.

"..Dare." I hesitated. He smirked which made me uncomfortable. "I dare you to make out with Brendon." He said. I felt my heart drop. Without hesitation I went over and started French kissing Brendon, he kissed back and held me by the waist.

I don't know what about it but it made me happy. I was surprised at how good of a kisser he was. It was Nyla's turn, Stephanie dared her to make out with me. I whispered fuck to myself. What is with all the kissing?!

After even more rounds we played never have I ever, and every time we have or haven't done something that the person who's turn it was had/haven't don't we had to take a shot. I said bet, everyone in the room copied. Soon after we were all drunk I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

I felt red flags going off, I was too wasted to even start trying to attack. I kept my rape whistle around my neck, as it was ever since 7th grade. Sure I took it off sometimes, but it was still always with me. And it always will be.

A weapon hidden away in my small back pack, a taser. I've only used it once, and it was worth it. The stories that have happened when I was in 8th grade, they would explain my anxiety right now.

"Heyyyy, Y/n~" I heard him purr. I quickly got up and dusted my lap off, his name was Robert. Robert caused me to have a feeling of vomiting already. "Ewww. You have a left hand. Go use it." I groaned and went to put my back against the wall.

"You make my balls so blue.." he hummed, walking over and putting hands on my behind. I slapped him, hard. The bastard hit me back, I stomped on his foot. He scoffed at me. He apologized and offered me a drink.

I sighed, nodding in acceptance. Everyone deserves forgiveness, right? He and I went down stairs and took drinks until I was fully waisted. And in less control of what I was doing.

All I could remember from that point was moans and the sound of multiple people screaming, the music getting louder, and that was it. And the day after it was only our friend group. Only us happily. Just me, Gerard, Nyla, Stephanie, Cianna, Patrick, Brendon, Tyler, Josh and our newest friend, Ray Toro.

We called him Princess Fro Fro. He liked it, we all had nicknames for each other, and friendship bracelets. Oh God. We are adorable, and we're cheesy.