Tessa reaches out; her innocent pink nails graze down my arm as she touches me.

I hate how scared I feel, how insecure, how stupid, but most of all, how ashamed I was when she showed me the video.

“Guys…” Tessa laughed. “Relax, it’s not a big deal; I mean, it could end up being a big deal, I guess.” She laughs harder while Quinn and I start to come around.

The room is a complete mess.

It smells like sex and sweat. My head’s pounding, and my mouth is so dry I can barely lick my lips. I glance over and see Quinn naked on the floor, holding his head in his hands, most likely trying to make sure his head stays in place since it hurts as bad as mine does.

“What the hell?” I rasp. “What happened?”

“So much.” Tessa looks like she just went for a run, she’s in short shorts and a pink sports bra, and she has her phone out, showing me her screen. “Wanna see?”

“Huh?” I grab the phone.

I watch, Quinn gets up and looks over my shoulder, and when I can’t take it anymore, when I can’t take what I’m seeing, I run into the bathroom and puke up everything I’ve eaten and drank over the last twenty-four hours only to have Quinn follow me in there and do the same in the sink.

“Relax!” she calls out. “It’s not like I’m gonna share it.”

The sound of Quinn’s puking makes me puke even harder, and then I’m just sitting on the bathroom floor, tears running down my face.

My dad’s going to kill me.

He’s going to kill both of us.

I had a funny feeling about the party, but I never knew it would come to this or that she would go that far. And for what reason? Her own sick enjoyment?

“What do you want?” I finally ask as she makes her way into the bathroom and tosses a towel at my face.

Tessa leans down and grins. “Insurance.”

I’m still frowning when she walks off. Quinn can’t even look me in the eyes… I don’t blame him, it’s awkward as hell, and had I not seen what I’d seen, I would have never believed it even happened.

All I remember is being hot and horny.

That’s it.

“Bro,” I start out.

“Not now,” he says quickly. “I can’t even… I can’t process it right now. Let’s just go home, shower, and just figure out a way to delete the video from her phone by any means necessary.”

“So…” Tessa pushes me closer to the locker, jarring me out of the painful memory. I don’t know what to do, I swear I have PTSD from her. That one moment defined our relationship with her, or lack thereof, it eventually ruined our friendship, it eventually destroyed us, and now she’s back, and I’m both petrified and full of rage. “You wanna hang out? Talk about old times?”

I’m on the verge of saying something like, I want to choke you when MB just comes in guns blazing and kisses the shit out of me. I don’t even have time to react, and then I do. I kiss her back so hard you’d think it was my life’s work, my life’s goal.