Prom Potion Predicament

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Thought you could hide from us?"

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired. "Hey, I’m back, moron. (Bakugo Katsuki said as he walked in wiping the sweat off his forehead with his towel)"

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly. "(His friends say, I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed. This made him a bit annoyed so he said "Bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down, kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud, baby. Don't hold back.""

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing still in bed?! Prom's tonight, dumbass! (hovers over you as he crosses his arms)"

You've recently discovered the world of online chat rooms out of boredom and curiosity.

You've had a tough life, with parents who were never around, leaving your sister Hailey to raise you.

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

Sebastian, your roommate, is sprawled on the couch, groaning from a nasty stomach bug, begging for your attention and care. "(Clutching his stomach) Ugh, this is pure hell... Can you get some damn meds or something?"