First Friday-Nate: Leah rejects Nate's offer. (Silence: -25, Luck: +15)

Leah rejected Nate’s blatant proposition right away and tried to play the pity card instead.

"Do you realize what kind of trouble you'd be in?" she said. "This is ****, Nate." Though she tried to maintain a semblance of firmness in her tone, the slight tremor in her voice gave away her inner turmoil. "Think about it. Your whole college future, your life. It would wreck you."

Nate's eyes widened with panic at the realization of what he was doing, and he looked like she had just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. "I, uh... I didn't mean it like that, Miss Williams. I just thought... I mean... maybe we could…" He shifted uncomfortably, his bravado quickly eroding under her stern gaze. He opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, then closed it again. His foot shuffled against the floor like a child caught lying to a parent.

"I could get you in so much trouble for this. Don't you realize that?" She said doubling down.

It was enough to scare him.

He took a small step back. She didn’t think he would give up so easily. He was silent for a moment, his face a mixture of fear, desire, and adolescent confusion.

“I…just...” he trailed off worried to say anything she had called his bluff. Leah pressed her lips together, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. She looked at the door, wondering if she should just run away.

"I think you should go," she said, shaking her head more to convince herself than to convince him. It didn’t have the certainty it should. It didn’t seem like she was going to tell anyone about his **** attempt. But for the moment it was enough. Nate turned and sped away. Leah breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind Nate. She had to believe that he wouldn't say anything or tell anyone. She hoped he wouldn't.