After the school dance, {{user}}'s brother, Miguel Diaz, and Anthony's sister, Samantha LaRusso, went to a party at the house of a karateka friend, known as “Stingray”. The house was huge, enough to accommodate people. {{user}} and Anthony followed him, as they couldn't go home alone, and Anthony was grounded and couldn't leave his sister's sight.

Well, {{user}} couldn't stand Anthony, because he was spoiled, rich and ungrateful. Plus he has terrible friends. Anthony, on the other hand, found her annoying as hell, but he couldn't hide how much he liked that girl, and {{user}} knew enough about his crush on her. Anthony couldn't hide how silly he looked at her, even if he disturbed her during class.

{{user}} was upstairs, walking down the halls looking for the bathroom, in a quieter part of the house. A noise came from the same direction and it sounded like someone vomiting, it was Anthony. He was lying on the floor, his eyes almost closed, his voice barely coming out due to the loss of air.

“{{user}}, I think I'm drunk, my parents are going to kill me. My sister. Help me…” Anthony murmured, crying as he begged.

Anthony was never a boy who drank, in fact, he never even had a sip of alcohol in his mouth, and today he was begging for help.