Caleb felt a force behind him almost knocking him over, he turned quickly one of the guys from school that Caleb didn't often talk to had fallen into him. Caleb's irritability was getting to a point where he may not be able to control it, he was breathing heavily, and he was sure the look on his face was reflecting his mood. A girl that must have been with him came up and steadied him. The guy was extremely intoxicated and almost couldn't stand on his own.

"Hey Caleb, dude, awesome party man," he slurred. The person looked at Caleb with glassed-over eyes. The girl with him, who was significantly less intoxicated, could see that Caleb was not in the mood to deal with her boyfriend right now.

"I'm sorry Caleb."

"Yeah." Caleb nodded and turned back to where he was going and pushed through the rest of the crowd; he walked through the door and into the kitchen. There was a group of people standing at the other end of the kitchen talking amongst themselves. Caleb set the bottles in a box on the floor and then opened the fridge to get replacements. He stared in the fridge for a few long seconds at the selection that had gotten significantly thinner, more than two-thirds of what was there was gone.

Caleb had just walked away from them, and everyone was still staying quiet. Isaiah was extremely uncomfortable being with the very people he didn't like.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," said Jonathan looking for an excuse to leave the situation. Jonathan walked into the house through the glass door that led to the kitchen, leaving Isaiah with Chris, Sheena and Stephanie. The three of them seemed to be ignoring him as Sheena took a step closer to Chris with a seductive look on her face, clearly flirting. Sheena put her hand on his chest.

"So, Chris, you're looking pretty hot tonight. What are you benching now anyway?" she flirted. Chris smirked at her as the two of them began to get close.

"Like one-forty." Chris put his hand on Sheena's. Isaiah didn't like watching what was happening, Sheena had just completely disrespected Caleb and now she was flirting with Chris, who was supposed to be one of his close friends. Isaiah wasn't sure what was worse at this point, what was happening or the fact that Chris wasn't stopping it.

"Very nice," she said, "Caleb is doing one-sixty right now."

"Caleb is a big boy," said Chris.

"You know he really is." Sheena and Chris were so close that they looked like they were about to kiss. Isaiah decided since he was being ignored anyway, he would get out of there before he was witness to something he didn't want to be.

"Um, I better go find Casey. Make sure she's staying out of trouble." Isaiah gave an awkward smile and Chris stopped what he was doing and glared at him.

"Yeah, you do that." Isaiah felt belittled as he walked back around the house to go inside. This type of treatment had gone on for so long, but he still hadn't managed to get used to it yet. He walked into the now quiet living room; people were still scattered around the room most were pretty heavily intoxicated. The only sound in the room was the drunken banter of the party patrons. Isaiah could see Casey and Jonathan talking as he walked over to them. Casey was visibly drunk and hitting on Jonathan before he walked over to them, he smiled at Casey as he walked over.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he asked.

"Not much. Just avoiding that mess out on the deck," said Jonathan.

"Yeah, tell me about it, dude." For the first time, it seemed that Jonathan and Isaiah had found a common ground. Isaiah thought it was probably the alcohol speaking on Jonathan's part.

"I'm sick of her voice. It doesn't take long." Jonathan leaned on the wall and took a drink of his beer.

"I don't know why he stays with her still. She's crazy; I've said this for years," Casey laughed. Caleb quickly walked by them with a couple of drinks in his hand heading toward the deck, he had an angry look on his face.

"Oh, here we go," said Jonathan smiling. Isaiah looked at both of them and then watched Caleb not wanting anything bad to happen. Not quite sure what he could do if something were to happen, he decided to follow Caleb.

Caleb walked quickly around the house and back up to Stephanie, Chris and Sheena. As he passed Chris his drink, he noticed that they had gotten unusually close. Caleb was quiet for a few long seconds as he saw Isaiah come up behind him. Sheena walked back over to him and smiled at him she could tell he was angry by looking at his face and she ignored it. Caleb took several steps back from her staying away.

"You know what, Sheena? Why don't you just take off for the night? I'm sick of your shit today," said Caleb angrily. Sheena quickly adopted a venomous expression on her face.

"Excuse me?" Sheena was caught off guard. Caleb looked at her with an expectant look on his face.

"You heard me. I'm not in the mood for this anymore today. Just leave, okay?"

"Um, okay," said Sheena with uncertainty strong in her voice. "Are you at least going to drive me home?" Sheena was furious that Caleb would actually throw her out of the party, she couldn't believe that he was doing this.

"Sheena, I've had like seven tonight so far. I'm not going anywhere in any vehicle unless it's in a passenger seat." Caleb would drink at his house, for this reason, he would never drink and drive and he certainly wasn't about to start for Sheena. Caleb was staying out of arms reach, and Sheena often tended to get violent when she was drinking and angry.

"Oh my god, you're such a bastard sometimes. I'll see you tomorrow, Stephanie." Sheena looked at Stephanie and smiled one last smug smile then looked at Caleb, still smiling, Sheena threw her glass at him. The glass hit Caleb and splashed her drink all over his shirt. "Fuck you!" Sheena screamed and quickly walked through the yard and down the driveway to her car.

"Stupid bitch!" yelled Caleb. Isaiah was nervous to say anything, but Caleb looked like he was just hung out to dry his shirt dripping with both her cheap alcohol and his embarrassment. He didn't want to leave him just sitting there with people looking at him. He walked up beside him and looked at him.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Um, sorry." Caleb seemed like he was in a bit of a daze as he wiped his hands over his shirt. "I need to change my shirt." Caleb looked at Isaiah the confusion apparent on his face. "Come with me?" Isaiah didn't understand why he was asking him to go with him, he nodded, and Caleb started to walk.

"Ah okay." The two of them walk back into the house through the patio doors into the kitchen. They walked past Casey who made eye contact with Isaiah after looking at Caleb's shirt and smiling at both of them. Jonathan stood with her but just gave Caleb a confused look after noticing that Isaiah was following him. Isaiah followed Caleb through the kitchen and into the living room where the party was still happening. They pushed through the now thinned crowd and walked over to the large, elegant staircase that led to the upstairs. Caleb looked back to make sure he hadn't lost Isaiah in the crowd and started to walk at a quicker pace to get upstairs. Isaiah thought of how embarrassing it must be for everyone to see him at a party with a stain on his shirt from the cheap wine Sheena was drinking, everyone had to know what happened by now. If the situation reversed, Isaiah would most likely have curled up under the deck until the party was over to hide from the stares that people were giving Caleb. They walked into Caleb's bedroom; Isaiah had never been there before. As they stepped in Caleb turned on the light revealing the large bedroom, Isaiah was almost in awe at how large the room was. It was almost as big as his mother's room, he looked around slowly as he took it all in, the bed in the centre of the room was bigger than he was used to the computer among other various electronics found in most teenage boys' rooms caught his eye. Isaiah looked at the wall beside the bed, at Caleb's trophy case, Caleb had had his hand in almost all sports that were available at their school before he became the captain of the football team and he managed to excel in everyone one of them. There were several trophies in the case of wrestling, and soccer, and several from football, hockey, basketball, and baseball. Isaiah was quite amazed at Caleb's ability to do well in all these sports at the same time when he was doing them. He didn't think that anyone would consider that being captain of the football team would be a break but imagining what his schedule used to be he was beginning to consider it. The trophies ranged from all years, he had been collecting them since he was younger, and there were even a couple of academic trophies from his earlier years. Caleb walked into the bedroom and took his shirt off throwing it on the floor, Isaiah's attention immediately went to the situation at hand.

"Ah, why did you want me to come with you?" he asked. Caleb walked into his closet seemingly ignoring the question. Isaiah walked over and investigated the closet, not having seen a walk-in closet before he was quite impressed by it. Caleb's clothing hung on either side of the closet filling the racks with several different articles of clothing, and it seemed to be separated by occasion. There was an entire wall of casual clothing that one would wear to school, a section for his sports gear, his dress wear which was where he was currently picking through and a section for formal wear Isaiah could see several suits and tie ensembles hanging there.

"Sorry, you had to see that. She's just been really getting to me this last little while," said Caleb as he continued to look through his shirts.

"I couldn't believe how she just dissed you like that in front of everyone."

"Yeah, she does that too much. I'm sick of it." Caleb took out a blue silk button-up and held it up over his chest still on the hanger. "Think this is okay?" Isaiah looked him up and down briefly.

"Um, yeah, it looks good." Isaiah didn't expect the question and just stared at Caleb as he turned back to him to put the shirt on. He watched as Caleb took the shirt off the hanger and put the hanger back on the rack. Isaiah stared at Caleb's body as he turned around to put on the shirt fiddling with the buttons to get it open, he watched as Caleb's skin rippled over the muscle of his back not wanting to be caught but not able to turn away. Everything about Caleb was perfect to Isaiah, the way the musculature in his back moved was almost hypnotizing to him, and his skin looked so soft it took everything in Isaiah's person to keep from reaching out and touching him. "You'd look good in anything," Isaiah whispered to himself. Caleb looked back and smiled at him Isaiah quickly shot his glance down at the shoes that lined the floor trying not to be obvious, unable to tell if Caleb had heard him terrified that he did. This was another thing that Isaiah took notice of the different pairs of sneakers and shoes that Caleb had, there had to be at least fifty pairs again for all occasions. Caleb put on his shirt and walked past him exiting the closet, Isaiah followed him out and shut the door.

"Cool. Let's get back to the party," said Caleb smiling as he did up the final button. Isaiah smiled at him, and they walked out of the room. Caleb shut the light off and closed the door behind him. The two of them headed back downstairs to rejoin the party.

Isaiah and Caleb had just walked past Casey and Jonathan. Jonathan had already deduced that Sheena had gotten upset with Caleb and threw her drink at him, having seen her almost run out a few minutes earlier and now seeing him with a wet shirt. He was going upstairs to change but it bothered him watching Isaiah follow him. Jonathan felt that Isaiah didn't have any business being there and he couldn't see Caleb asking him to follow. He stared at them confused as they walked up the steps neither of them looking back. Jonathan wanted to follow them, he knew what Caleb could be like after he and Sheena would get into an argument of this stature. Although they would never really talk about it Caleb would get into a mode where he would be somewhat emotional or even sensitive. Jonathan didn't know for certain, but he thought that Isaiah would be looking to take advantage of that. It sickened him the way Isaiah would sometimes stare at Caleb when he thought no one was looking but Jonathan was almost always watching if he was in eyeshot. He could never really bring it up to Caleb simply because anytime someone tried to talk to him about Isaiah, he would get almost defensive. The thought of what might happen made Jonathan sick to his stomach, he started to walk up behind them when Casey grabbed him by the arm.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Jonathan looked at Casey knowing he would have to watch what he said if he wanted anything to happen with her tonight. He hated Isaiah, but he was still horny and that would more than likely prevail at the end of the night.

"I'm just going to make sure Caleb is okay. Did you see the look on his face?" he said. Casey looked at him knowing that his friendship with Caleb was long-lasting at this point, but it was by no means that kind of friendship. "What?"

"Jonathan he's fine Isaiah is going with him." Casey took Jonathan by the hand and turned him toward her even though he was still looking upstairs, and Isaiah and Caleb just walked out of sight.

"That's what I'm worried about. Caleb's drunk, and whenever Sheena and him fight like that he always gets emotional." Casey put her hand on Jonathan's face and forced him to face her then kissed him. Jonathan relaxed as they kissed him suddenly forgetting what was happening. Casey pulled back briefly and smiled at him.

"Mind your own business, you have enough going on right now."

"You're right." Jonathan smiled and leaned into a deep kiss with her. After a few seconds of kissing Jonathan pulled back and smiled at her and took her by the hand. They started to walk, and he led her to the small downstairs bathroom. They stepped into the bathroom and Jonathan locked the door behind him. The bathroom was significantly simple, all it had was a mirror cupboard for pharmaceuticals and toiletries. Across from the standard stand-up shower, there was a storage closet for towels and facecloths. Sitting under the mirror where the bathroom sink and counter are. Jonathan started to kiss Casey again and backed her up against the counter. Jonathan started to undo his shirt and she finished for him and opened it up rubbing her hands against his broad chest. Jonathan knew that this was what they both wanted and made no qualms about getting started as soon as possible. He lifted her onto the counter and while still kissing her started to undo her shirt while she took his belt off. Casey pulled back from the kiss briefly and smiled at him.