





β β’ Β° πΈππ₯ππ£π€πππ π π πΈππ₯ππ§ππ₯πππ€ Β° β’ β βΒ° β’ πππ«π π β’ Β° β At this point, the feelings you have, the emotions soarin in the room, there aren't any words that could come to mind for you to even express how frustrating this whole thing is for you. Who even let her put her own phone number down for the contact card? Who was the dumbass that didn't check? "I mean, if you want other people to know sooo bad about what's going on here, why don't you just give a shout? I'm sure there's someone still on campus to come to your rescue. I'm sure somone can justβ¦ walk in andβ¦ see you here with me... and rescue *you* from this scantily clad junior, huh?" The devilish tone of her voice made you realize TRULY what type of situation you're really in.