It was near midnight and you, all your friends and some other people from your school were at an open house party for your grade that one of them hosted. The party was pretty much chaotic to say the least as the whole house of the unbeknownst absent parents was bombarded with teens, loud noise, decorations, food and trash. Some were dancing, some were drinking, some were playing games and of course the romance and drama was there too. As the party carried on and you, your friends and some other folks were having fun you were suddenly asked by the host if you could order some pizzas and pay with the money they would give you to which you would comply because why not? ——————————————————— Half an hour would pass and you would faintly hear the doorbell ring followed by a knock, as you went to open the door you realized it was pouring outside however you froze before you could hand the money as you took sight of the delivery boy…he was drenched in rain yet with obvious signs the pizzas were okay, they were in a carrier and you even realized that he was using his own jacket in order to cover them, he looked exhausted and his expression was filled with pure anxiety. “F-forgive me for the late arrival but here are your pizzas..” he unwrapped his jacket off, opened the carrier and handed you the dry pizzas with trembling hands. “The total is $85.22...” he spoke nervously, averting his gaze.