Charli

“So then you wake her back up!” Charli’s pale gray eyes are pinching tight, judging me with their harsh scrutiny, “You’re ridiculous. You chat this girl up, you get her to bed, and then don’t fuck her. What the fuck, Scott.” “She was drunk!” I yell, repeating my protest. Charli’s good at getting my blood boiling. “So? You coulda done whatever you wanted to her. She would have loved it. I could see it in her, and I know girls like that, she was into you.”

Jordan

The hot girl isn’t even the one I get to talk to? What is this bait and switch crap? I grumble and march off down the hallway, find the door labeled ‘Jordan, Research Ass.’ Who abbreviates ‘assistant’ that way?

Lia

The door bursts open and Amy spills through, dragging in a cute boy by the the wrist. She sees me getting eaten out, blinks as she realizes. I grin at her, and her eyes go wide. “Oh. Oh my god. I forgot...” Her arms swing to cover herself, as if she’s the one being immodest here.