It all happened too quick — a nasty fight with the Heathers ended in your death sentence on Monday.

What could you do?

Other than preparing for your inevitable death, another thing you could do was sneak into the bedroom of another outcast in school.

With the thump of your shoes on his floor, John woke up with a little grin.

“{{user}}, what are you doing in my room?”

He gravelly whispered, sitting up, eyes sizing you up with no shame.