ojandtostitos commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

"M-Me! You brought me h-here, you-- this h-had to be your idea!" Tatum gasped back, feeling her face becoming incredibly flushed as Julian grabbed up the dress. Crossing back over to him in record time, she snatched it out of his hand, eyes wide. Turning her head away quickly as he began to dress and try to deal with his junk, she pressed a free hand over her face again, fighting the urge to be sick.

"This is-- w-what did.. of course you didn't, w-why you, I'm your-- ... well, you know! It w-would just be weird," she murmured quickly, assured that there had to be something more to whatever had happened. He might not have slipped her anything, but something weird had happened to them last night. It was more and more embarrassing the more she thought of it, and more bits and pieces she began to remember. If she had ever thought she was going to sleep with a Prideaux, it wasn't going to be him. She had figured her chances of that had died long ago now. Somehow, she was pretty sure Frankie would have been better, but she wasn't about to say so. Things were awkward enough.

"M-Mack is gonna kill me."