You don't see anyone immediately

By the time you had scraped yourself out of bed and brushed your teeth and repacked the holdall with all the clothes again, you got downstairs at the very end of breakfast. You saw nobody long enough to even say "hi". Crunching on toast with strawberry jam on and no butter as it had been put away already, you heard Miss Ashton bellow for everyone to get packed, rooms tidied and bedding in the cages to be washed!

Your head was ready to split in two and you moved on autopilot to strip the bed again and somehow pile yourself out of your accommodation. There was no time to shower and even though it was pretty grim, you hadn't washed your hand because you wanted proof last night happened. After all, fucking Daisy with the end of a pool cue the night before absolutely hadn't happened!

At the cage you saw Ange. She looked in a world of her own as she bundled sheets you knew were crusted with your semen. It gave you a strange thrill but she had turned and gone before you could make your presence known.

On the ride out to the morning's memorial sites, you told Sam everything that happened, being careful not to let the teachers hear of it. Luckily, Mr Benz was going on about this badger riding a bicycle on his notebook again and everyone was laughing at the same joke that had been repeated all weekend.

What you didn't know, but I can tell you because I'm the narrator (you're welcome) was that Ange was simultaneously telling Bryony everything and crying because she had a boyfriend and felt like a slut.

Present day, you have this info so I'm not breaking convention too much.

"Fucking hell mate. Fucking well done though!" Sam was too impressed to even be jealous. And in any case, he was taking Holly to the cinema on Wednesday so he was more than happy with his own weekend's progress. You hadn't really hung out together at all other than on the coach but had both used the weekend to the fullest to progress from tragic little virgins to slightly less tragic little virgins.

But you'd touched a pair of tits, fingered a pussy to orgasm and had a girl wank you off til you spunked all over her. It wasn't bad. Besides that was the kissing. Sounds lame but now when you recall that night in Ange's bed, it's her hungry little mouth seeking out yours in the dark as you came together that proves the horniest bit of the memory.

So as you travelled to Poperinge, you were on cloud 9. When you saw Ange, you were gonna talk to her about what it all meant. God! Maybe you'd have a girlfriend!