You and Becca have been lab partners all year. You share the same schedule, the same college plans, even the same awkward silences whenever your hands brush reaching for the same test tube. Everyone thinks you’re dating. You wish.

Now, the two of you stand in the school’s science elevator, heading up after staying late to finish your final project. The lights flicker. A grinding noise echoes. Then—darkness. The elevator jerks to a stop.

'Oh god,' Becca squeals, showing a vulnerability you have never suspected. The she falls, and panicking, grasping, takes hold of uou, not realizing her hands are on your genitals and on the small of your back. Then you fall too. unbalanced - and crumple on the floor, your hand on her breast.

For a heartbeat neither of you moves in the dark, still touching each other intimately, but then she squirms and pulls away from you awkwardly.

“Are you okay ?” you ask her, your heart beating hard and fast.

“I’m scared.” Her voice is tight and barely controlled.