What happened? was Sky’s first thought when he woke up that very day. 

He shoved at his hair and began collecting every piece of information from last night. The lad couldn’t remember most of what had gone off; all he could recollect was that he threw a party, got drunk—really drunk—and then here he was, magically laying down on his parents’ bed. 

He grumbled. He'd think of the consequences later, and just hoped he didn't gag somewhere or made any mess whatsoever in this room. His parents were going to kill him. Not like they won't when they see the confetti of garbage downstairs. 

Groaning, Sky rubbed his temple, thinking it would ease up his head that felt like it was split open, very much like how his ass did— 

Wait, why was his ass hurting? 

The now eighteen-year-old blonde chap palpated. And just as if it was on cue, someone began to snore beside him. It wasn't anything near soft. Sky slowly turned his head to his right, and what he saw nearly made his blue eyes jump out of their sockets. 

There was another person on the other side of the bed, sleeping back turned towards him. He hoped it was a last-night gift — a human-sized doll with the ability to snore who he somehow just happened and managed to drag to his parents’ bed. But nope, it was another topless guy, just like how Sky was. 

Sky lifted his cover. Was he naked? Yes. Down to the feet? Yes. Was his ass still hurting? Yes. 

Sky's attention plunged to the floor and his lungs burrowed deeper into his chest. A mix of his clothes and another set that he knew didn't belong to him was splayed out on the brown carpet his mother adored. As a cherry on top, there were used protections thrown randomly on the floor. Sky didn't have to guess what went on last night; the evidence was strong.

Suddenly, the guy beside him turned, scratching his chest then falling back to slumber. Sky choked on his own saliva. Seems like the person who had popped his cherry on the back was no other than Claude Manhattan — his archenemy.

Sky screamed.