There she was. Yes. She. She had just come out of the closet. Drunk. Alone. Bella couldn’t handle the fact that she lost her friends all of a sudden. And even at this houseparty, she couldn’t find new people that would accept her.
Enzo didn’t even. He had a thing for women with dicks. No, just for dicks really, but he wouldn’t dare to accept that as a typical jock. Instead, he would suppress each urge, with the excuse of being ‘too horny to think’ or ‘fetishizing a pure fantasy’.
He had enough though. Wanted to act on those lustfull fantasies he had. When he saw Bella walking to a room, and laying down, Enzo joined her, after locking the door secretly.
“And now what?” She drank up the alcohol in her cup. “You’re here to bully me? Mock me? What?”
Enzo stayed quiet, and slapped her as hard as he could. Her cheek got just as red as her top.
He turned her around before she could even react. She had drunked too much for that, in contrast to him.