Conclusion

Melissa wakes up feeling the sunrise on her face. She rolls over naked looking around. She groans feeling hungover and slowly stands up, finding herself on the roof of the frat house. "What the fuck happened?" She asks herself seeing her soaking wet black dress wadded up. With no other clothes options she slaps her wet dress back on, smelling heavily of tequila. She's got to get home. Her phone lays down near a cooler full of melted ice as she grabs it to check the time, seeing that the battery is dead.

"Fuck me." Melissa says as her head hurts. She wanders to the door walking down the stairs of the frat party, seeing the aftermath of a huge party, but everything silent as everyone is sleeping and passed out. Melissa can't remember a thing.

Melissa has no option but to take the bus home. Melissa scowls experiencing the most embarrassing walk of shame home in her life, not even noticing the streak of dried cum across her face. After a long hot bus ride she arrives back at her apartment to find Greg not home, as he is out searching around town for her. She takes a shower and quickly crawls into bed, feeling so hungover she can barely move, not caring to find out where Greg is and will just lie to him when he returns. Melissa vows to herself that maybe tinder was a bad idea as she accepts her boring life of living with Greg.