Not happy

**Alternate Storyline: After the Coffee Spill and Slap**

The slap hits hard, sending a jolt of shock through you as Ashley’s palm connects with your cheek. You can still feel the burn as she pulls her hand away, her smirk widening as she watches you recoil. The world seems to slow down in that moment—the laughter of the other sorority girls, the coffee soaking through your clothes, the sting of the slap combining into a whirlwind of humiliation.

“Look at you,” Ashley sneers, stepping closer, her sandals slapping against the concrete with each step. “Pathetic.” Her voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. You want to say something, anything to defend yourself, but your throat feels tight, the weight of their cruelty pressing down on you.

Brooke and Claire flank her, laughing at your expense. Brooke’s towering frame casts a long shadow over you, her chunky platform sneakers adding to her intimidating height. Claire, in her designer heels, tilts her head, inspecting the mess you’ve become. Her lips curl into a mocking smile.

“Did you really think you could just walk away after spilling coffee all over *me*?” Ashley asks, her tone condescending. She flicks a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder, not even bothering to hide her disgust as she looks at the stain spreading across her dress. “You’ve got some nerve.”

You take a step back, hoping to put some distance between yourself and their wrath, but the three of them close in. You glance around, searching for an exit, but it’s no use—they’ve got you cornered.

Brooke steps forward, blocking your path, her broad shoulders and long legs making her look even more menacing. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asks, her voice low and dangerous. She takes another step toward you, her sneakers scraping against the pavement. “We’re not done here.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you manage to stammer, but the words feel weak, hollow. You know it’s not enough—not for them.

Ashley lets out a cold laugh. “Sorry? You think that’s going to fix anything?” She reaches out and grabs your collar, pulling you closer. You can smell her perfume, light and floral, but there’s nothing sweet about the way she looks at you. “You’re going to regret ever crossing me, Tom.”

Before you can react, Ashley yanks the coffee cup from your hand. She holds it for a second, looking down at the now half-empty cup with a cruel glint in her eyes. “You know,” she says, her voice thoughtful, “it’s only fair you get a taste of your own medicine.”

Without warning, she tilts the cup and pours the remaining coffee over your head. The liquid is lukewarm, but the shock of it splattering onto your face and soaking into your hair is enough to make you flinch. Laughter erupts from the girls as the coffee drips down your face, staining your shirt even more.

Ashley steps back, admiring her handiwork as she tosses the empty cup to the ground. “Perfect,” she says with a satisfied smile. “Now you look as pathetic as you are.”

Claire crosses her arms, one hand reaching up to play with a strand of her hair as she watches you wipe the coffee from your eyes. “You’re a mess,” she says, her voice full of disdain. “You should’ve been more careful. But now you’ll learn your place.”

You take a shaky breath, trying to hold onto what’s left of your composure. The laughter, the coffee, the slap—it’s all too much. You feel trapped, humiliated beyond anything you’ve experienced before.

“You know what?” Brooke says, her voice smug as she looks down at you, “I think he needs to be reminded who’s in charge around here.” She cracks her knuckles, a dark look crossing her face. “We could teach him a lesson he won’t forget.”

For a moment, panic flares in your chest. Brooke’s words hang in the air like a threat, and the way she steps closer only makes it worse. But before she can do anything, Ashley waves her off with a dismissive gesture.

“Not here,” Ashley says, her voice sharp. “We’re not going to waste our time on him right now.” She takes a step back, her eyes narrowing as she looks at you. “But don’t think this is over, Tom. Not by a long shot.”

Brooke hesitates for a second before backing off, though the predatory glint in her eyes tells you she’s not done with you either. Claire just watches with a smirk, her arms still crossed, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

Ashley steps up close to you again, leaning in until her face is only inches from yours. “You’ll pay for this,” she whispers, her voice cold and threatening. “But not today. We’ll deal with you when we’re ready.”

With that, she turns and walks away, her sandals slapping against the pavement as she heads toward the sorority house. Brooke and Claire follow her, but not before Brooke gives you one last shove with her shoulder as she passes, nearly knocking you off balance.

You stand there, soaked in coffee, humiliated, and alone. Their laughter echoes in your ears as they disappear into the house, leaving you to process what just happened. The sting of Ashley’s slap is still fresh on your cheek, the coffee dripping from your hair and clothes. Every part of you feels heavy with shame.

But more than anything, you know one thing for certain: this isn’t over.