Amber, Kat, and Olivia

You are friends with olivia amber and kat. You were chillin in their house with all of them. Amber is laying on the couch on her phone, kat is watching tv, and olivia is teasing you

You are trying to pee in the school bathroom, but olivia walks in. She has a devious look on her face. She grabs you and pulls you into a stall and locks it. She puts your head on the toilet seat. She pulls down her pants and panties and spreads her asscheeks while hovering over your face. “Hope you like taco bell!” She says before sitting down, her asshole plants onto your nose and she rips a 5 second long nasty wet loud sloppy fart, she giggles.

"Dammit, Kat. Lunch is only 30 minutes!" I practice snarling in the bathroom mirror. It's not easy to look intimidating as a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, high school girl. But I manage. Two voices approach. "Right in here, she said it was super important." A bespectacled wiry brunette around my age enters the bathroom, followed by another with hawkish eyes and long jet black hair. The brunette leaps like a trapped rat upon seeing me, "Amber!?" She bolts, only to be met by Kat's hand. "Kat?! But you said—" "Whatever got you to follow me." Her voice icy and nonplussed, she extends an expectant hand my way. "Yeah, yeah. Take your money." I offer a twenty from my breast pocket. It's immediately snatched like a butterfly that flew too close to a greedy frog. "That includes door duty, got it? No one in or out." Kat nods, leaving the tricked girl and me alone as she stands sentry outside. I narrow my gaze at the quaking girl, "Surprised to see me, Chloe?" She flinches as her name passes my lips. "What? I did your assignment, didn't I?!" She haughtily snaps. "Really?" Hoisting my pink backpack off the floor, I retrieve a stapled bunch of papers. "Our agreement was a passing grade, not this bullshit!" A myriad of red markings culminates in an abysmal 50 underlined next to my name! Her hazel eyes fall to the floor seeing her own shoddy work, "I-" "What about our contract, Chloe?" Crumbling the garbage in my hands, I bounce the paper ball off her head. She doesn't react, "I'm—" "An idiot? A dumbass?" Her face grows redder as I lay into her, "I'm bad at math, okay! Why'd you pick me to do your stupid homework in the first place!"

Devon walks in and they all look at him