Thank heaven for small mercies.

I had managed to text Brian to call me home as soon as possible, and he'd finally got it- though I'm certain he'd left it half an hour on purpose. But that didn't take away from the fact that I was incredibly relieved at getting out of that terrifying situation.

I was currently walking home in slight darkness, when something suddenly caught my eye.

I squinted slightly, unsure if it was real or some kind of fucked up hallucination.

It was a…person…dressed in a green wetsuit.

What the fuck?

Whoever it was, they were currently stumbling…straight into the road. I gasped as I saw a car coming, which he clearly hadn't noticed due to the fact that he was still stumbling- incredibly slowly- in the middle of the road

. I started running towards him, trying to yell for him to get out the road, but he didn't seem to hear.

"HEY! DUDE! GET OUT THE FUCKING ROAD, IDIOT! THERES A FREAKING CAR! ITS GONNA-"

It hit him.

A small scream escaped my mouth, as he flipped over the bonnet of the car…that kept on driving.

"Asshole…" I muttered under my breath, running over to the person's side as quickly as possible.

"Hey, are you ok?" I crouched down next to the persons crumpled body, as they lay groaning and gasping in pain on the ground. Yup, great question. I'm sure they're just fine. Really.

"Nnnggggnnhhh…" I cringed at his pained attempt to speak, looking a little closer at them.

They seemed to be wearing a full body wet suit, mask included, with…yellow doc martens? Okaayyyy…

"T-Tay…Lor…" I jumped at the sound of my name, looking down.

"How do you know my name?" I demanded quickly, a little freaked out.

"Sss…Dave…"

"DAVE?!" I ripped off the mask with probably too much force than would have been nice, to reveal that it was in fact Dave beneath the mask.

His face looked beaten and swollen, and his lip looked like it had been busted in three different places, but it was definitely him.

"What the fuck are you doing dressed like this in the middle of the fucking night? Are you fucking stupid? Why the fuck would you do that? Fuck!"

"Please…get...it…off…" My eyebrow quirked at this. Was he asking me to strip? What the…

He started tugging at his suit, and I realised what he was trying to do.

"Dude, I realise you look stupid, but do you really think this is necessary?" He shot me a look that clearly said he did. I rolled my eyes and looked left and right.

"Okay, let's just get out the road first." He nodded and I somehow managed to pull/drag him to the side of the road.

I stared at him awkwardly for a moment as he writhed a bit in an attempt to undress himself. He looked a little pathetic, so I decided to take mercy on him…however uncomfortable it might be when we get back to school.

I sighed and rolled him over, unzipping the back of his suit quickly, before rolling him back and tugging it down his shoulders.

Oh, good, he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Kill me.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, before deciding what to do.

"Ok, I'm gonna call an ambulance, you…get yourself naked, and I'll get rid of the suit before they get here, ok?" He nodded carefully and I shook my head at him.

"I don't even wanna know what possessed you to do this shit, just…don't do it again, ok? I don't want you getting hurt." We locked eyes for a moment, in silence.

That is, until he passed out.

Oh joy.

-DAVES POV-

I felt a strange buzzing in my head, a distant siren sounding in the back of my mind as my vision blurred into existence.

Where the hell was I?

And why was I so…cold?

Oh, right. I'm naked.

Why was that again?

The events leading up to this rushed through my head- the suit, the gang, the knife, car, Taylor, naked…wait, Taylor?

I twitched my head painfully around, looking for her, but found no one, just an ambulance heading straight for me. They stopped short when they saw me, rushing out to my aid.

Wait, I passed out before I could get fully out of my suit, so…

Heat rose in my cheeks like fire as I realised that she must have finished undressing me. And soon enough, that heat started going a little lower…

No, get your head straight, Dave. She probably just took pity on your pathetic writhing form. And she hadn't even stayed- that meant she probably didn't care. That's it. So, she stripped me and left. Nice.

Mind you, it's the furthest I've ever got with a girl.

So really it's a score on my part.

I mean, Katie would have done it- hell, she'd probably beat me even more, take photos and run away laughing, for someone else to find me and call the ambulance. I'm used to be treated like shit by girls. I really should get over it. It's normal. Any girl would leave me like this. Hell, even I would probably leave me like this.

So why do I feeling so fucking shit about the fact she didn't stay?