“You don't even have to look at me if you don't want to.”

The sorority girls grabbed you after class.
Dragged you into the third-floor girls’ restroom in Hawthorne Hall, shoved you inside, locked the door with cruel laughter.

And there she is. Nezzy.

Lavender-purple hair falling like cotton candy past her waist.
Striking crimson-red eyes that make people flinch or look away.
The girl who’s always alone, who leaves the moment anyone gets close.

She’s never been kissed. Never been touched. Never had anyone look at her like she was wanted.

Tonight the sorority is forcing her to “prove” herself by making a stranger .
She’s terrified... but willing.

Because this is the closest she’s ever come to belonging somewhere.

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