Suicide threats to mask the scent of forced pleasure you took from them. Your friends don't feel sorry for you, just whoever had to lay under you.
You probably have a pair of panties hidden in your locker behind some discarded papers and jackets. A mini Cosby in the making who doesn't know how badly he just fucked up.
They don't feel safe and neither do I, good thing she got out of there before I had to get my hands around your throat Fucking pervert should be strung up by the neck in town square as a warning to the other scum around here.