Nagisa instantly regretted his decision, the guys were smoking pot and drinking, the girls were seducing and having sex with those guys. There was one girl in little but her underwear sucking another guy off in the corner. Nagisa looked around for escape.

"Shit! The only way is to go back through the door or jump out of the window."

With a guy behind him, he didn't feel too safe about option 1. Option 2 it was then.

"Hey, guys, I need to go to the bathroom." He blushed and pulled down on his skirt, and when they had stopped eyeing him up, one said: "Sure doll, I'm coming with you though." He gave a wink and as the other boys looked on enviously, Nagisa was lead away to the bathroom.

Nagisa walked in, and the guy followed.

"Hey! What's the big idea?" Nagisa was already losing his temper.

"Quit whining and suck, you whore." Nagisa was suddenly confronted by a guy with his trousers down, expecting him to perform such an act. He was disgusted.

"Well? This is what you asked for. So do it then!" Nagisa started to open his mouth, and the guy brought his arms round the back of her head. Nagisa's mouth was salivating, all the while searching for a way out. Then, with a sudden jolt of his hand, Nagisa felt it go down her throat, and her immediate response ended up with vomit on the floor.

He used this chance to escape. Lifting up the window, and jumping out, the guy caught his sleeve, and pulled back. Nagisa tore away, and although it ended up with his blazer being ripped, at this point, he would do all to escape. He jumped out of the window, the bathroom being on the ground floor, meaning that he suffered no injury and dashed off in the vague direction of his home.

He checked his phone, 8:30pm. Curfew was at 9:00pm, if he ran, he could make it back on time. And run he did.

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As he turned the corner into his street, he allowed himself to catch his breath, before sauntering down to his house. He opened the door, and saw his mum staring at him from the kitchen table. But instead of the usual talk about breaking curfew she said this:

"Nagisa, I thought you hated wearing skirts..."