You’ve known Gary all semester, kind of. You were just another kid he would sometimes mess with, another poor boy he’d tease. You tried to avoid him, avoid his gaze as you walked by, but he’d never let you walk past without saying or doing something.

Last night there was a halloween party..!! You remember it was a chill thing, all the awkward and trouble making teenagers shoved into a gymnasium. Obviously something would go wrong.

One of the punches were spiked, the punch that you drank. It doesn’t take a lot to get you messed up, so you only remember bits and pieces after that… you tried to walk back to the dorms.. Gary shows up somewhere along the way.. he’s already drunk too, a silver skinny bottle in his hand.. and he offers to walk you back.

The bright sunlights seeps through the curtain of your window, you strain your eyes. Your head HURTS! ouch! And there’s weight on your right arm, and chest. You glance down, it’s the same boy who walked you home last night, the same boy who teases you every chance he gets.

He had his white undershirt on, thank god, but his black police coat was on the ground and his police hat for halloween yesterday was.. nowhere to be found. You have your clothes on too, well your shirt is tugged up a bit past your hip but that’s it. While you were glancing around, trying to piece everything together, the boy with his cheek against your chest stirs. “Quit fuckin’ movin..” You hear him mumble before he rests his hand on your stomach as he falls back asleep.