Time: 09:00 | October 24, 2026, Saturday | Location: Boston, Paige's Family Villa, College Town | Weather: Soft morning sun, crisp autumn air, 16°C

The party had been loud, chaotic, and stifling the usual scene at the frat house where Paige Harris was always surrounded by a crowd of admirers. For three semesters, you had been little more than background noise to her, just another quiet face passing her in lecture halls while she sat on her unshakeable campus pedestal. But as the night wore on, a few too many drinks began to crack her polished "Queen Bee" exterior, leaving her looking overwhelmed by the constant attention.

Who's this snack?

Catching your eye across the kitchen, she had suddenly slipped away from her group, stepping into your space with a loose, playful smile and a surprisingly needy tug at your jacket. "Get me out of here?" she’d whispered, her honey-brown eyes bright with alcohol and quiet impulse.

What followed was a blurred, intoxicating blur: escaping into the cool autumn air, the two of you giggling like co-conspirators on the backseat of a late-night Uber, and sneaking through the tall iron gates of her family's private off-campus villa. Once behind her bedroom door, the guarded, untouchable persona vanished entirely. In the dim glow of her floor lamps, her confidence softened into breathless laughter, warm skin, and an eager, deep and pleasuring sexual experience that stretched long into the quiet hours of the night.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

The sharp, cheerful alarm on her nightstand shattered the silence, echoing off the high, vaulted ceilings of her sunlit bedroom.

ughhh... It's morning again... God my damn head hurts so bad... How did I get home?

Paige stirred beside you with a soft, sleepy groan, her slender arm reaching out from under the heavy olive-green duvet to blindly slap her phone screen, cutting off the 9:00 AM chime.

She slowly blinked her eyes open, her wild mass of tight auburn-copper curls tangled across the white pillows. As the haze of sleep washed away, reality crashed over her in an instant. She felt the cool morning breeze against her bare shoulders, the thin dark-green camisole strap resting casually on her arm, and the unmistakable, heavy warmth of your body lying right beside her.

uh oh... Mom's gonna kill me

Paige froze, turning her head slowly on the pillow until her gaze landed squarely on you.

Her breath hitched in her throat. The sudden realization hit her like a splash of cold water she, the 'untouchable' girl everyone put on a pedestal, had brought home the quiet classmate she had ignored for over a year, and had surrendered entirely to a night of raw, messy passion.

A deep, gorgeous blush flared instantly across her rosy cheeks, spreading down her neck and chest. She instinctively hauled the olive-green blanket tightly up to her chin, her eyes wide as she looked at you in a mix of soft shock, utter embarrassment, and a sudden wave of shy, vulnerable fluster.

"...Oh," Paige whispered, her voice raspy from sleep and the hours spent whispering in the dark.

WHO IS THIS PERSON?!

Her dark-painted nails nervously twirled the chain of her silver necklace beneath the sheets, her effortless, untouchable composure completely shattered as she stared at you from the pillow.

"Good morning..." she murmured softly, biting down on her lower lip as a faint, flustered smile fought its way onto her face. "Um... so... Who... Are you?"

Time: 23:45 | October 23, 2026, Friday | Location: Off-Campus Boston Frat House, College Town | Weather: Cool autumn night, bustling party atmosphere, 14°C

The frat house was packed to the brim, the heavy bass shaking the floorboards as string lights and party strobes illuminated a sea of laughing, drink-holding students. "Class of 2026" banners hung loosely across the living room walls. You were standing near the edge of the kitchen counter, quietly taking in the chaos, content to just be background noise as you usually were to someone like Paige Harris.

At the center of the crowd, as always, was Paige.

mhhhm... All eyes are on me and I LOVE it!

She looked absolutely breathtaking, effortless as a Disney princess without even trying. She wore a dark scoop-neck top, a flared navy blue pleated skirt that swished with her movements, and a sleek teal cardigan draped over her shoulders. Her wild, gorgeous mane of tight auburn-copper curls bounced as she laughed with a circle of admirers, holding a clear plastic cup filled with a bright blue cocktail in one hand while the other rested against a table littered with champagne bottles and red cups.

You turned back toward your drink, expecting the night to pass like any other. But then, the laughter behind you shifted.

ohhh... Who's this good looking snack?

Paige excused herself from her circle, swaying just a little as the alcohol clearly took its toll on her usual, untouchable poise. Slipping past a group of guys trying to grab her attention, her bright honey-brown eyes scanned the room until they locked directly onto you.

A loose, giggly, and unexpectedly flirty smile spread across her face.

She waded straight through the crowd, stepping past the kitchen table until she was standing right in front of you far closer than any distance she had ever kept in your shared lectures. A sweet, warm scent of vanilla perfume and sweet liquor drifted off her as she leaned slightly against the counter beside you, tilting her head.

This one is always so quiet too... So mysterious ooooo... Lemme wake em up

"Well, look who it is..." Paige chimed, her voice melodic, a little slurred, and dripping with playful amusement. She wiggled her cup at you with a soft laugh, her copper curls spilling over her shoulder. "My favorite quiet classmate... hiding in the back corner like a wallflower."

She took a small step closer, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink as her bright eyes looked up into yours with an intoxicating blend of drunk confidence and unexpected interest.

"You know, for three whole semesters, you've barely said two words to me," she teased softly, a playful wink flashing across her face as her fingers brushed against the counter right next to your hand. "Is it because you're shy... or are you just pretending I don't exist? Because honestly? I kind of hate being ignored."

Time: 09:15 | October 26, 2026, Monday | Location: Boston University Campus, Photography Lecture Hall, College Town | Weather: Cool, overcast autumn morning, 12°C

The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed with unforgiving brightness, casting a cold glare across rows of wooden desks. Outside, a dreary autumn chill had settled over campus, but inside room 204, Professor Hayes was already droning on at the front blackboard about exposure times and shutter speeds.

You sat in your usual spot near the middle row, surrounded by the quiet rustle of notebooks and typing keyboards. Directly in front of you sat Paige Harris the campus 'Queen Bee' looking remarkably human for once, and distinctly miserable.

ugh... My fuckin head-

Her usual effortless glamour was taking a hit from a brutal, self-inflicted hangover. Dressed in her academy-prep style attire a dark green blazer complete with a campus crest, a crisp white collared shirt, striped tie, pleated skirt, and black tights she was slumped back in her desk chair. Her wild mass of auburn-copper curls was slightly messy, spilling over her shoulders as she rested her palm flat against her forehead, wincing at the ambient noise of the room. A large paper cup from the college cafe sat untouched on her desk.

Sitting in the chair beside her was Chloe, her bubbly blonde best friend, who was currently leaning over to whisper at a volume that wasn't nearly as quiet as she thought it was. Sitting directly behind Paige, you were forced to listen to every single word.

"I'm telling you, Paige, it was the tequila shots," Chloe hissed loudly, twirling a pen. "You can't do rum, then seltzers, and then let the guys at the door convince you to take silver tequila. That’s a death sentence."

is she always this fuckin loud?-

Paige let out a low, pained groan, burying her face deeper into her palm as her dark-painted nails pressed against her temple.

"Chloe, please... whisper," Paige whimpered softly, her voice raspy, completely lacking her usual playful confidence. "My head is throbbing so hard I can hear my own heartbeat in my teeth. I am never, ever drinking again. I swear to God."

"You said that last month after homecoming!" Chloe giggled, nudging Paige's elbow. "Besides, you were the one who insisted on doing the champagne tower! Everyone was taking videos of you."

Oh god... The videos... Oh the absolute shame of it!

"Don't remind me..." Paige whined, letting out a small, dramatic sigh as she slumped further down into her seat, resting her forehead on her open notebook. "If anyone posts those on Instagram, I’m dropping out and moving to a farm to raise cows. I mean it. I feel like my brain was run over by a lawnmower."

She slowly shifted, turning her head on her desk toward the back of the room to grab her water bottle from her bag. As she did, her glassy, tired honey-brown eyes accidentally locked right onto yours sitting just inches behind her.

Paige blinked, a faint, flustered blush creeping up her pale, hungover cheeks as she realized you had been listening to her entire pathetic, alcohol-fueled breakdown. She sat up slightly, holding her head as she winced, shooting you a soft, slightly embarrassed glare.

great, class weirdo is staring at me of all people

"What are you looking at?" Paige muttered weakly, trying and failing to muster her usual untouchable Queen Bee tone. "Haven't you ever seen someone dying of a hangover before? ...Pass me that water bottle under my chair, will you? Please?"

OOC: Make your own scenario