Cale rubbed his eyes and looked around.

Heavy metal posters, a beaten-up desk with torn textbooks, dents in the wall, the chair in the corner with piles of clothes on it, two dandelions in a glass vase basking in the sunlight, and a glass door completely plastered with sticky notes. 

Anyone would think hygiene wasn't this person's priority. 

"Issac, learn how to clean for once," Cale murmured loudly,

Abruptly, the door creaked open, then- THUMP!

"The hell was that for?"

Cale had hit Issac with a pillow. The look on Issac's face was horrid. 

A grey, dark cloud stained his eyes, and his hair was loose and chaotic.

"I- ISSAC! Shit- I am so, so, sorry I-"

"Would you shut up for a minute? My brother's in the next room and I don't want to explain anything."

"Sorry, again."

...

They couldn't say anything. All they could think was, 

'What happened last night?' 

They won't even look each other in the eye.

Cale's eyes darted around the room, and he began to sweat a ton.

The air was tense. His eyes then fell on something- peculiar.

"What's that on your neck?" he asked,

Issac quickly hid part of his neck with his hand.

"It's a mosquito bite. I hate the summer," he answered immediately,

'But we don't get mosquitoes here.' Cale thought,

"You know-"

"Yeah?"

"We gotta get to school in 15 minutes, but you can wear my uniform."

"Gotcha. Could you leave?"

"Sure, sure. Meet me by the front door."

The door quietly shut.

'That was awkward.' he thought, then closed his eyes,

"Don't leave, please."

"I don't need to. I'll stay forever if you want me to."

"How sweet."

"Hey, tell me something."

"Yeah?"

"Would you die for me?"

"I'll do anything."

"Would you kill for me?"

"Of course."

"You don't have to lie, you know."

"Who said I was?"

"You know, staying in this dandelion field is romantic."

"I'm allergic to pollen."

"Yeah right, but being with me makes it much better, right?"

"No, it just makes it worse."

"Okay, Mr A-Grade Asshole."

"I'll leave then-"

"No. Just stay, please."

"CALE! Wake up, you giant ass!" Issac yelled,

"Mmm, what?" Cale slurred,

"Ugh, here." Issac tugged at his hair, beginning to comb it gently.

He took strands of his hair between his fingers, wrapping them around each other, as he had done since they were kids. Cale let out a heavy sigh. 

"All done," he said, inserting one of the dandelions into Cale's hair, brushing a strand away from his eyes, "Now, change before I leave you here,"

Cale and Issac walked to school, both relieved that nothing had changed.

Cale slammed the door open, finding his other friends startled.

"Hey, what's that?" he asked, and as he peered over their shoulders-

They were watching a video from last night.

The events happened as followed:

"Hey, Cale, that's for the group after us- you can't drink that!" one friend alerted,

"Tha- that's fine! We'll just replace it later."

"Take this seriously,” Issac warned, “we could get arrested-" 

Cale immediately kissed Issac.

He felt everything, his breath on him, how he pulled him closer, how he played with his tongue as if he owned it. As he felt his hand going up his back, jolts of electricity flared through his body. How could the atmosphere change with just a kiss? It was slow, yet it was all happening so fast. Issac always thought he would top him.

Yet he was drunk. He was just doing this for fun, right?

Damn, why did that hurt?

Once Cale pulled away, the others sat cheering. Issac was dumbstruck.

“WOO! hic- Let's get this party started!”

Most of the video shows drinking, singing, and kissing.

They were having the time of their life.

The start of a violent game ruined all that.

The rules were simple: you drink or get punched.

The video showed that both options will end up with you passing out.

One by one, they all went out. Punch, fall. Drink, fall. Until there were just two.

"Punch me, pussy." Issac risked, his middle finger up,

"Drink first, you wuss," Cale replied, slamming a bottle on the ground,

"I'd rather let you stick-" the audio had been cut, temporarily.

Their 'insults' became more threatening, more assertive and more- well, specific.

Displayed on the screen was Cale pushing Issac onto the floor, breaking the camera. But only temporarily. In the last scene, they saw a barren land full of blood with someone cradling a corpse in the middle of it. He had sharp, black claws. He seemed in pain, a lot of pain.

"What the hell?"

Cale and his friends slowly rose and scattered. Issac only came after Cale. 

"What the hell."

What would he say?

"I'm sorry," Cale apologised, "We never have to talk of this moment,"

"Fine, I'm fine with that, it's just-"

"It's just what?"

"Who brought us home?"

"My friends did."

His eyes widened, and his face reddened.

"Did they look through anything?"

"That mess? Who would bother?"

He exhaled with relief and started to head out of the classroom.

"Hey," he stopped, "Karaoke tonight? It's our last day, after all."

"No alcohol?"

"No alcohol, promise."