“What are you doing with my date?” I glance at a woman in her twenties with bleach blonde hair and green eyes that would normally be pretty, but tonight has caked on makeup on them.

She looks like a whore he picked up on a street corner and that makes this all feel even worse by the minute. If that is the type of woman he usually hangs around, I might have to get checked at the doctors on Monday. Who knows what kinds of diseases I may have contracted by sleeping with him?

Trying to find a way out of here before this whole thing escalates, I look past...