My first year of college was that worst. I learned quickly that off campus parties are a 'No Go' for someone who was never allowed out the house growing up. They're exactly what you expect them to be. Lit ,as usual, all the cute upperclassmen, alcohol, weed, whatever you need all at the snap of a finger. Everything goes well until they start allowing the locals in. You begin the night dancing with your girl or group of friends, grab a drink to loosen up and end up grinding your life away on whoever ends up behind you, then shots rang out and everyone scatters. Your girls leave thinking you're close or safe and you end up with some random guy, helping him keep his bleeding friend awake. You're too drunk to really know what's going on, but you know that if the police show up you'll be in so much trouble.

Yeah college was a hell hole. The same night I stayed and helped Stephen with his friend, is the same night I was drunkenly interrogated about what happened at the party and one of the girls in my group being raped.

Sitting in the campus police office at 3 a.m in spandex shorts and a crop top was not my intentions especially when I have a 8 a.m.. And on top of it my mother has made it known to my father that I was on the news half naked and my phone has been ringing non-stop. I just want to go back to my jail cell (dorm room) and go to sleep.

When officer Beausade finishes questioning me, he offers me a ride back to my dorm with my excuse letter in his hand, but Stephen, who i literally just met four hours ago, beats him to it. I agree only to get away from the police presence and wanting to avoid being dropped off in a police car so early in the morning.

"I just want to thank you for staying and helping me make sure Brandon was ok."

I nod not really wanting speak as we exit the building. I just want to strip and get in a bed.

"You can stay with me tonight if you want, I.. I mean if you think you'll wake your roommate up."

I roll my eyes. Of course. I should have just got in the cop car. "I don't know what you take me as but I have the worst headache in the world so I really just want to get in my bed. I'm not whatever you take me as, I'm not just going to go home with you because you asked."

Little did I know, I definitely would be going home with him and it wouldn't be the last time.