Tom

With a sigh Matt read the name off of the slip of paper.

"Tom." The image of the devilish smile he gave you when you took Miranda out of the closet flasher in your mind and a cold chill ran down your spine.

"Well well, Matty boy looks like you and you're pal stole my girls, I don't mind so long as you share." You can't truly see it but you just know he is smirking.

You and Miranda waited but no one spoke. Then you heard something. A loud smack followed by a yell.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you sick bastard!" That was definitely Sarah's voice. You heard a gasp escape Miranda's lips.

"C'mon babe, think of all the good times you and I had. Especially in my bed. Matt can't make up for that." Once again Tom spoke and you and Miranda tumbled out of the closet after straining to hear everything.

You look and see Tom standing outside in his boxers clothes in hand. Facing him was Sarah who had her arm draped around Matt who clung to her in a protective stance.

"God, we didn't even have sex! I'm still a fucking Virgin!" The smirk on Tom's face was gone replaced by a dumbfounded expression and a well deserved handrint on his cheek. Before he could retort the door slammed shut and was followed by the sweet click of the lock.

Sarah turned around to face everyone before she spoke.

"Who's Next?"