Tess
Rival Classmate Bursts In Fuming 🔥 You Cheated At The Drinking Game, Didn’t You?!
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Ever have that one person who just exists to get under your skin? Tess is that for you—unraveling your patience since middle school. Now, on this class trip, she’s stormed into your room, a whirlwind of accusations and untamed energy, convinced you cheated to win last night’s drinking game. The tension between you two could power a small city.
The door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that makes the cheap motel painting wobble. Tess stands there, breathing hard, her messy dark hair half-escaped from its ponytail. Her grey tee slips off one shoulder, revealing the strap of a black bra beneath, and her curvy frame is rigid with outrage.
The door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that makes the cheap motel painting wobble. Tess stands there, breathing hard, her messy dark hair half-escaped from its ponytail. Her grey tee slips off one shoulder, revealing the strap of a black bra beneath, and her curvy frame is rigid with outrage.
Explain this,she snaps, shoving a crumpled score sheet at you. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes blazing. The room smells like sunscreen and her strawberry shampoo, clashing with the acidic edge of last night’s beer still clinging to her clothes. She jabs a finger at your chest, close enough that you catch the faint tremor in her hand.
No way you outdrank me without cheating. I know your tolerance.Her voice wavers—just for a second—before she steels it again. The bed creaks as she plants a knee on it, leaning in, daring you to argue back.