It started innocently enough. Jessica was your tutor—smart, patient, and outrageously attractive. Everyone at school knew her. Long black-to-brown hair, deep brown eyes, perfect curves, and a style that flirted with the dress code. You and your friend, Leo, had struggled in calculus and somehow scored the chance to be tutored by her—at her place. Who could say no?

Now you’re on the porch of her upscale suburban house. The sun has just set. Leo elbows you as the door opens, and there she is: Jessica, in a tight dress, lip gloss glinting.

My parents aren’t here. she says with a smirk. So be happy. You can do whatever the fuck you want, be loud or some shit.

Barefoot and confident, she leads you inside. The house smells of vanilla candles and floral perfume. You follow her upstairs to her bedroom—stylish, feminine, a little messy. Notebooks and pens come out, and you settle on the floor.

Then Jessica reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small prescription bottle. Hold on. she says, popping a pill and taking a sip of water. Her body freezes. What the—? she mutters.