You slowly open your eyes and saw yourself on a bed, you weren’t stark though, your bra and underwear were still on. You scrambled out of the bed with the blanket wrapping your body; you grab the pictures on the make-up table as your hand trembled. The pictures were all pictures of you in some guy’s arm, him snuggling into your chest and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You scream and throw the pictures. You clutch onto the blanket and sob. Suddenly, your phone rang; you answer it and heard a very familiar laugh.

“Hey, did you enjoy it?” a guy said

“Shut the up, you didn’t touch me did you?” you hiss

“Well, it would be fun to someone pretty and rich.” He cackled

“She’s not pretty okay? I am.” A gir said

“Oh come on babe, I was just joking.” You heard small moans coming from her

“Tell me Ji Ra, how cheap can you be?”

“Oh, you figured out it’s me?” she snickers “I don’t care if you know though, it’s not important, all I know is that you are definitely ruined because those pictures would probably be pasted on the school’s hallway by now.”

“Babe, you’re so bad!” the guy said, Jira moans again