Sweaty. That’s all I felt. It was sticky and I had my period. That extra stench is…well…enough said. What I really wanted was to take a shower. But I know I didn’t have time. I grabbed my bottle of Vanilla lace. My preferred scent from Victorias Secret. I ran into Stephanie’s empty room. I saw her in our room, so I knew it was empty. I took down my pants. I sprayed my area. I missed and let out a bizarre, “ahhh.” It sounded almost cartoonish. Then I got the back just in case. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw tussling in the sheets. Stephanie’s super sweet and beautiful and quiet cousin was there, pretending to be asleep. I just stared, open jaw. How do you even begin to explain that?