Marissa

I realized that I was going to have to be there for a while.

And I actually sent a text to my friends in our group message.

And I said, don't leave me alone with SL, please.

Come right back in when you get here.

I was not anticipating anything like what happened could have happened.

At this point, I was just really wanting to make sure that my friend was safe and that she was taken care of.

My name is Sarah.

The way the house was laid out, we were in a theater room and there was a front row and a back row.

A lot of the football players had left and my friends Sarah and Jay were on the front row and me and SL were on the back row.

We were in separate seats, but he definitely started getting a little bit handsy.

He's putting his hands on my legs and...

all the while still not making sense.

I had obviously been around drunk people a lot at this time, and so I thought I could just make a joke of it and handle it that way.

His room was attached to the theater room.

He had started asking me if I wanted to go to his room.

And I kept repeating, no, like I want to stay out here with Sarah.

I want to make sure she's comfortable and okay.

And he keeps telling me, I know Jay, he's a good guy.

She'll be just fine.

Let's just go to my room and talk.