"Come on _________, just this one party," your friend Eliza begged. For weeks she had been trying to get you out of your basement and to one of the many parties that were being thrown for the last few months of the school year.
You looked up from your math homework, "For the last time no. However, if you want to go and get wasted be my guest."
"But ____________~ anybody who's anybody is going to be there!" she whined. "Please, please, please, please, plllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase!"
"Eliza, no!"
"But Roderich is going to be there!" she whined. Her elaborate plan was to confess to him and if he didn't accept she could say she was drunk off her butt. "If I don't have a wingwoman I'm doomed!"
"Seriously…wingwoman?" you asked. "Why don't you ask…I don't know anybody but me!"
Eliza scowled, "I won't force you to wear a dress."
You glared at her.
"Or drink."
Glare.
"Ok, ok, I won't force you to dance either."
"Fine," you spat.
Eliza's face lit up, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! The party is tonight at Antonio's place."
Wait. Antonio? As in Antonio Carriedo? Not only was he super popular, he was a member of the school's Bad Touch Trio. The biggest perverts in the school. "Wait Eli-." It was too late she had already run off.  Not only were they the biggest perverts in school, they were also seemed to take a special interest in you. Going out of their way to molest and tease you.  
Something deep in your gut told you that you were screwed.

~Time Skip~

The music was deafening. The smoke of cigarettes was thick. And smell of beer was strong. This was a high school party. This also made you gag.
"Hey baby," shouted an all too familiar voice, Gilbert. You winced.
"Gil."
"Dance with me!" he grabbed your arm and attempted to drag you onto the dance floor.
Luckily for you he was completely wasted. "No," you said flatly.
Gilbert continued to try and drag you to dance.
"Ohonhonhon~," great another annoyance, "I think the young lady wants to dance with moi." The Frenchman draped his arm around your shoulder.
You glared at him. "No."
It was obvious that they were both drunk.
"Don't want to dance, maybe we can do something else~…"
You looked around and found Toni not too far behind, "Toni! I think your friends need a nap."
He ended up helping you get Francis and Gilbert to a guest room.
"Thanks __________, they would have probably ended up hurting themselves," said Toni.
Turning to face him you said, "No proble-." With that his lips were on yours.
The shock soon melted away to leave passion as he licked your bottom lip asking entrance which you granted.
"Kensesesese~," an arm from behind grabbed you and pulled you onto the bed, Toni got pulled with you.
"May we join?"
You turned red at the position you and the Spaniard were in and Francis's lewd insinuation. "T-Toni, could you please get o-." Toni leaned down and gave you another kiss.
"You're really something special, aren't you _____________," Toni said smiling down at you.

~Another time skip~

The bright light gave you a headache as you opened your eyes. You were still clothed, but the three members of the Bad Touch Trio were draped over you.
Antonio holding you in his arms.
Francis with his arms around your waist and his head resting on your belly.
And then Gilbert who was sprawled across your legs.
"Te amo ___________," Toni whispered into your ear holding you tighter.
A slight moan came from the Frenchman on your stomach, "Hmmm, je t'aime ___________."
"Eliza," moaned Gilbert, "Get away from _________. ________,  ich liebe dich."
So three complete perverts were in love you. Stranger things have happened.