Jessica's point of view

Jessica rushed past the people and found her way to the toilet. She was getting her make-up wet, so she rubbed what she could off, and **** herself to stop crying.

"Fuck guys" she looked at the mirror, back at herself. She fully trusted Peter, and thought he was genuine. She thought about all the guys that had fucked her over in the same way, wanting to get in her pants.

After calming down, she went into the kitchen and began rekindling with all her old high school friends. For a moment, she had forgotten about what had happened, but this faded as she saw Peter coming through the door. She made an effort to ignore him, talking to the guys that she didn't like but made an effort anyways.

Peter came over and started greeting everyone. The nerve on him after all that, she though. He then came to her and started apologising.

Pathetic little fuck, she thought. She thought the best option to get him out of the way was to get him passed out. She decided to keep pouring him shots, using the incident to guilt trip him.

"I'm so sorry"

"I don't know what came over me"

"You're my best friend"

It was only half an hour in and Peter wouldn't stop talking. He had clearly had too much to drink, but it irritated her even more that he wouldn't go fuck off somewhere and go to sleep. But as he kept talking, she got a different idea.

"I tell you everything about me"

"Sometimes I think I tell you too much"

He was right. Jessica had a knack of getting guys to open themselves up. And in only a month, she had felt proud when he told her about the kinks and fetishes that he had. She was still genuinely angry about Peter, and decided to take advantage of him.