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The Chat Room Scandal
Chapter Eight - A Bad Day
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USERNAME: 4nicate
PASSWORD: XXXXXXX
4nicate has joined chat room Spawn.
Tuxedo?: Wait, so Eskimo! is Bebe Stevens?
Gardenome: YEP!
Gardenome: Hey 4nicate ! !
Zero: well at least we know she aint a catfish
4nicate: Who is Eskimo
Tuxedo?: Bebe Stevens.
Gardenome: YEP. she was here last night in CHAT ROOM Collapse and sent a photo of her and CLyde Donovan togetheR
4nicate: How do you know it's Bebe and not him?
Tuxedo?: Because her avatar looks identical to her. It's got to be her.
4nicate: So as soon as a new update launches, this is what happens
Gardenome: YEP and it's only a matter of time before EVERYONE KNOWS WHO WE ARE
Private Message From Zero to 4nicate.
Zero: cool you're online. can I ask you something?
4nicate: Can't wait for this. Sure, what's up
Zero: naw its nuthing like that
Zero: Its about the new update actually
4nicate: What about it?
Zero: well I just need to know something
Zero: how do you send photos?
4nicate: By selecting the paperclip at the bottom of the screen?
Zero: tried. cant do it
4nicate: Well then I don't know what else to tell you
Zero: can you show me?
4nicate: What do you mean?
Zero: Take a picture of yourself and send it over
4nicate: Wow.
4nicate: I should have known you'd come up with something stupid like that
Zero: hahahaha
Zero: I'm just kidding
Zero: although I wouldn't mind seeing what you're wearing ^-^
4nicate: Too bad.
Zero: Come onnnnnn
Zero: I'll show you what I'm wearing
4nicate: You serious?
Zero: Sent a photo.
Craig sat up straight when the photo came through. He wasn't expecting Zero to actually take a live picture. He turned his head to the side to see a picture a guy holding four fingers up at the screen, the hand covered with a black fingerless glove. He could see dark blue jeans, slightly worn and a little baggy. He could also see the hem of a white t-shirt and the picture was cropped at the waistline. There was nothing special or revealing about it. It just looked like a picture of someone's legs, holding four fingers up for the camera. There was no background, but he could tell that it was taken on a bed. Presumably, Zero's bed.
4nicate: Get some jeans that fit
Zero: aw thanks I like them too. everything else is in the wash lol
Zero: Let me see you
4nicate: No
Zero: please? I wont laugh I promise
Zero: I just want to know who Im talking to. even if it's just a picture of ya leg
Craig sighed and switched to the camera. He aimed the camera down and snapped a single photo of his partially bare leg and formed his fingers into the OK hand gesture, constructing the number zero. He also slanted his calf to one side so it didn't look like a weird straight angled leg. He was wearing black shorts and blue socks and felt satisfied that nothing in the photo was revealing to his identity at all. So he sent it over.
4nicate: Sent a photo.
Zero: oh wow
Zero: I wasn't expecting you to actually send one over
4nicate: I'm full of surprises
Zero: nice calves
Zero: do you work out?
4nicate: Only when I have to
Zero: shit
Zero: I want to see more
4nicate: That's all you're getting
Zero: I need to see those thighs !
4nicate: Fuck off
4nicate has logged off.
Craig only left because he was receiving a phone call from Stan Marsh. Usually, he would have rejected the call but after being at his house last night, he figured Stan was either looking for something or trying to get hold of someone. After letting it ring a few times, he eventually accepted the call and brought the phone to his ear.
"What do you want, Marsh?"
"Craig? Oh, hey. I wasn't expecting you to actually pick up, to be honest with you. I didn't think you had my number."
"Yeah, I saved it last month when you stole my phone to ring yours because you lost it."
"What do you mean stole it? I didn't steal anything, I borrowed it because your best buddy, Clyde, decided to hide it."
"You gonna get to the point?" Craig huffed, rubbing a tired eye with the back of his hand.
"Right, yeah." Stan paused for a moment to compose himself. "Have you seen Sparky anywhere?"
"Sparky?" Craig repeated, unaware of who Stan was referring to.
"My dog, Sparky. Part Doberman, really old. Big, floppy ears. Cute face. No?"
"I don't remember, sorry."
"He was there last night at the party. I think someone might have let him out or something, because I've looked all day and I can't find him. I even went to his favourite park and he wasn't there. I can't think of where else he could be. I was wondering if you saw him or something? He hasn't been out in years, so I'm thinking maybe he got lost?"
He could sense the worry wobbling through Stan's voice as he spoke and he actually felt bad for him. Well, he felt bad for the poor dog being lost, not for Stan being an unreliable owner.
"We didn't see him. I barely remember seeing him at all. I love dogs, I would have remembered if I saw him."
"Oh."
"Sorry. I'll keep my eye out for him though. I hope you find him."
"Yeah. Me too. Thanks, Craig. Bye."
Stan hung up the phone in a hurry. Most likely to ask someone else.
Sunday came and went and by Monday lunchtime, Craig met his friends outside on the school field. He dropped his backpack and sat on the grass next to Tweek.
"Hey Craig." Tweek spoke, sending him a weak smile.
"Hey, spaz. I've got something for you." Craig pulled out a tea bag he grabbed from Art class and handed it over to his blond friend.
"Thanks, man. Caffeine free?" The blond noted as he read the ingredients on the back of the packet.
"I'm your healer, not your dealer." Craig joked and Tweek left to retrieve a cup of hot water.
He made small talk with Token and Kevin, before laying his eyes on Bebe and his best buddy, as Stan liked to put it, who sat close by. She was sat near enough on top of him, leaning into him and giggling at everything he was saying. This was okay for the first thirty seconds and then it started to become plain annoying. And Craig suddenly remembered why. The image of Bebe fucking some random guy behind his best friend's back really didn't sit well with him. But he couldn't make a scene in front of everyone. Craig didn't like the spotlight and felt it would be more appropriate to tell his friend about it later.
However, the constant sound of kissing and giggling began to grate too much and so Craig stood up with his bag in his hands and walked off without saying a word to anyone.
As he walked to the back of the school, he bumped into Kenny. Well actually, it was Kenny that ran into him on purpose, but from a third person's point of view, it could have looked like an accident.
"Hey! You going for a smoke?" Kenny asked as he stood in front of Craig, pacing backwards.
"With you? No. You keep stealing my shit."
"Calm down, I'm not here to take one of your cigs, bro."
"Then what do you want?"
The blond shrugged and turned to face the same way as Craig, now walking with him. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the only thing I want from you is just good company?"
"Not really, because you always end up asking me for something or taking something."
"Okay." Kenny clapped his hands together. "So maybe I was hoping for a drag or two. But listen, that's more of a bonus for me. I'm happy enough spending my lunch with you, Craig Fucker."
Craig sighed and shimmied his way through the minute space that lead to the back of the metal sports container where there was a small woodland space out in the open. A space usually used for students to take a quick hideaway smoke.
"Not this time. No more free loading." Craig declared as he lit up a cigarette.
"Well, have you got any food at least? I'm starving." Kenny wondered as he tugged at the bag on Craig's shoulder. The blond unzipped it, surprised that Craig hadn't told him to leave already.
"So that wasn't you I saw eating a burrito in first period then? Honestly, what is wrong with you?"
"Yeah, well I'm agitated, man.." Kenny complained as he rumbled through the bag. "I don't know if it's the tobacco, the weed, low sugar or if I'm just hungry. Whatever it is, I need something in my mouth."
Craig breathed out a half amused chuckle. "You realize what you just said?"
"I meant what I said." Kenny winked at him, also breaking into a smirk. He managed to pull something out of the bag, but it wasn't food. Kenny held up a familiar looking phone. "Isn't this Bebe's phone?"
Craig nodded, blowing out the smoke from his lungs.
"Why do you still have it?"
"Because I haven't had the chance to give it back yet."
"Bullshit, you've had all day today and all day yesterday." Kenny pressed the button of the phone to see if it turned on, but nothing happened. The battery was completely flat. "Is it to do with the video?"
Craig looked away as he took another drag, ignoring the question.
"It wasn't Clyde, was it?" Kenny asked, but he knew the answer before he even said it.
Craig shook is head. "I don't know how to tell him."
Kenny understood and slipped the phone back to where he found it. He took a seat on the same wooden fence that Craig was leaning his forearms on and scratched a particular spot at the back of his head, distracting himself from the multiple withdrawals. "She tried it on with me once."
Craig glanced at the blond when he spoke, but fixed his eyes back to the patch of mud in front of him. "You serious?"
"Last year." Kenny confirmed with a nod. "She was drunk and I wasn't. She tried telling me she was single, but I knew for a fact she was still with Clyde."
"So you rejected her?"
"Yeah, I had to. I couldn't let her cheat on him with me like that. It's not right. Bro code n' all that." He paused for a second. "She wasn't really my type anyway."
"No?" Craig hesitated before asking the next question. "What is your type?"
The blond chuckled as he jumped off the fence and slipped his hands into the pocket of his denim jeans. He stood close to the guy, so close that it could have been percieved as invasion of privacy, yet Craig didn't move away. Although he wasn't sure what Kenny's motives were, he still towered over the blond by at least four inches, so if anything, he was the intimidating one.
"You know what I said earlier about needing something in my mouth?"
Craig blew smoke into the blond's face. Kenny's lips cracked into a grin, his eyes fixated on the taller man's lips. Craig should have felt concerned about where this was heading or at least put a stop to it before it went too far, but curiosity got the better of him and he waited for the blond to make the first move, whatever that move was.
Suddenly, Kenny dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers into the hem of Craig's black jeans. Surprised by this random act, Craig flinched backwards, hitting the fence behind him. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm selling myself for the rest of that cigarette." Kenny stood up at his point and a wave of relief rushed through him when he realized the blond was joking.
"Fuck me, don't ever do that shit to me again." Craig warned as he handed Kenny the end of the cigarette.
"Bet you'd like it though, no?" He teased, putting the stick between his lips and sucking in the nicotine. The quick rush of tobacco floating to his head gave Kenny a sense of relief and as he blew the air out, he noticed Craig didn't answer his question. "I'll take that as a yes." He remarked.
Craig ignored the comment again and instead, crossed his arms and waited for his friend to finish smoking the rest of his cigarette, which didn't take long. Squishing the butt with his foot, Kenny shifted to stand in front Craig yet again.
"You ever kissed a guy?" He said bluntly.
"You want me to fuck you or something, McCormick?"
Once again, Kenny found himself studying Craig's lips. "I mean, if you're offering.."
He rolled his eyes. "You're always trying to get up and personal with me. I don't like it. Stop doing it."
Kenny waved him off. "I'm like that with everyone, don't take it personally."
"I do take it personally when you're there mocking me."
"What?" The blond's eyebrows drew close together, dreading the fact that he may have given off the wrong impression. "I would never- I wasn't mocking you, Craig. I was just playing around. I like to play. I was being genuine when I asked that. Just wanted to know which way you swing, that's all."
The raven trusted Kennt's word and understood that he was being genuine. At least, he hoped so. He wasn't exactly good friends with the guy, so he couldn't be certain. However, Kenny had a good record of being friend of the world, even to strangers. He just assumed the blond was just prying for small talk. "Yes, I have kissed a guy. I thought that was obvious."
"Tweek?"
When Craig nodded, Kenny shook his head. "So that was years ago then. Does that really count?"
"You asked me a question and I answered it."
Kenny bit the inside of his lip as he took a step back to admire Craig's lean physique. "Kiss me." He offered bluntly. Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, the blond was incredibly anxious about rejection. But at the same time, he needed to see Craig's reaction. Whether it was a good or bad reaction, he needed to see. Kenny always came out with random ideas and made sudden plans as part of his living in the moment philosophy and something told him, at that exact moment, to kiss him. It was a feeling he had in his gut that caused him to blurt it out and if there was one thing that Kenny had learnt in his experience with life and death, it was always to go with his gut instinct.
"What?" Craig choked out a cough, a frown forming across his face.
"I said," Kenny stepped closer and straightened his back in a failed attempt to shorten the height difference. "Kiss me." He whispered, being unintentionally seductive.
Craig couldn't believe he stood there for as long as he did weighing up his options. Once making his decision, he straightened his posture and stepped away, widening their distance. "You need to stop doing that shit. It's weird."
"You really just gonna leave like that?" Kenny called out as he watched Craig shuffle his way back to the school field. "No second date?!"
With no reply, he crouched down to the floor and ran his hands over his face as he contemplated his thoughts, alone. He knew it was two words too far, but he just couldn't help himself. When it came to lust, Kenny was like a dog with a bone. Obsessive, hungry and dismissive of all other distractions. Craig may have thought he was joking, but little did he know, Kenny was being the complete opposite of joking.
The atmosphere felt different between Stan, Kyle and Cartman as they sat halfway across the field from Craig's group of friends. Kyle and Cartman had barely said a word to each other and Stan was trying to cope with his own demons.
"Use it for blackmail, that's what I would do." Cartman advised.
"Yeah, I could do." Stan agreed, though that wasn't something he felt comfortable doing as he wasn't remotely interested in money. Despite what happened on Friday night, he'd calmed down since then and knew his actions at the time were a little irrational. He didn't want to ruin someone else's life for the sake of spite. Stan was not that way inclined and he didn't want to become something he wasn't. "I don't know, I might just delete all of it. I don't think Wendy will be too pleased if she finds out I have naked pictures and a video of her best friend saved to my phone."
"But, isn't Wendy the one that fucked you over to begin with?" The brunette reminded.
Stan shrugged his shoulders, eyes not leaving the small patch of daisies in the middle of them.
"I agree." Kyle spoke. "She told Bebe and Clyde and probably half the fucking school before you knew anything about it. She got rid of your kid, dude."
Stan blinked, snapping out of his gaze and settling his distressed eyes on his friends. "She had to, we're too young for that sort of thing." He argued, telling his friends the same thing she told him, somehow trying to justify her reasoning.
"Wait, you can't be serious." Cartman remarked, raising an eyebrow. "She's really going to manipulate you, just like that?"
"Manipulate? She's not manipulating shit. I'm just saying that it's her decision, right? Fuck, do us men get a say in anything anymore?" He projected as he spotted Wendy making her way towards him, alone.
"I'll be back." He muttered, before leaving his two friends, jogging ahead to meet his girlfriend halfway.
There was a long moment where Cartman and Kyle sat in silence. The brunette observed the puffy and swollen eye on Kyle's face. His red and curly hair failed to cover the raw, bruised cut and he had to force himself to look away otherwise he would just succumb to the guilt.
"Looks painful." Cartman noted, making an attempt to address the elephant in the room.
"Well you did sucker punch me."
"That wasn't a sucker punch." The brunette argued. "You provoked me."
"Was that what it was? Seems to me you lost your temper." As Kyle spoke, he tore his eyes away from Cartman's and settled them on his best friend in the distance.
"You say that like I'm the only one with a temper here."
"I don't have a temper." Kyle assured. "You just piss me off."
"But I didn't even do anything? I was completely fine with you on Friday night. I mention the thing with Heidi because Kenny made a comment about it and you had to pipe up and try and call me out for lying. Like, why would I lie about that? We weren't even fucking around, it was a serious conversation, dude. Which, by the way, had fuck all to do with you. I don't know why you feel the need to insert yourself in everything."
Kyle brought his attention back to the brunette and responded almost immediately. "I get punched in the eye and kicked in the ribs and you're having a go at me? You should be on your knees apologizing to me right now."
"Don't do that." Cartman barked back.
"Do what?"
"Stop baiting me."
"Heh. So let me get this straight." Kyle began as he stood up and Cartman had a feeling he knew what was happening. The redhead started by listing points with his fingers. "You beat the living shit outta me. You go away and congratulate yourself and then you come into school and blame me, yes me, for what... you did? You accuse me of having a temper problem and on top of all of that, you then try to dictate what I can and can't do. That's a pretty fucked up thing to do, don't you think?"
"Alright." Cartman stood up rather abruptly, producing an agonizing frown. He knew that Kyle was over exaggerating and he knew he was only doing this to get a rise out of him. "Why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean?" Kyle asked, taken aback by the sudden change of direction.
"You know exactly what I mean, Jew." The brunette stepped over his bag to get closer. Something he always did when he unintentionally tried intimidating someone. "Why are you purposely trying to anger me?"
"I don't control your goddamn emotions, fatass."
"Nah, nah, nah." Cartman said, shaking his head. "Don't do that shit with me. What is it, not getting enough attention at home?"
"Huh? The fuck are you talking about?" Kyle stammered slightly when getting the question out. He tried his best to keep his composure, but Kyle admittedly let his guard down. It wasn't often that this happened, but something in his mind was distracting him. Part of him wanted to move on, part of him wanted a fight. The only problem was, the last few times things became hostile between them, Cartman got the better of him. Kyle wasn't focused and it was something he desperately needed to fix.
"You want my attention all to yourself, is that what this is?" Each step the brunette took, there was always one step going backwards.
"Careful, you'll blow a blood vessel." Kyle mocked, preparing himself with a strong stance and clenched fists.
Cartman hissed out a short breath. "Kyle." He warned through gritted teeth.
Kyle stopped pacing backwards at this point and pondered a reply. "What is it, Eric?" He taunted. "You want me to make room so you can match the bruise on this eye?" As he said this, he slid a hand through his red hair, pulling back any excess strands away from his face. "Is that better access for you? Blank canvas. Have at it, let's make it symmetrical."
The brunette studied Kyle's actions for a second, trying to predict what was going on inside his head and why he was acting so.. annoying. Cartman really didn't want to fight with him, nor did he want to hit him. "Are you flirting with me?" He smirked, suddenly turning the tables.
"What?" Kyle blurted out, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Eyes are up here, buddy." He informed, pointing two fingers at his scowling, hazel eyes. Kyle's gaze didn't move, however, as he was already looking at Cartman's eyes and hadn't looked anywhere else since they both stood up. It was at this moment when he realized Cartman was playing him at his own game. "Why do you have this weird obsession with my lips anyway? I've been wondering for a while now, because every time you talk to me, you're always staring at my mouth. It's kinda distracting, I ain't gonna lie."
"I don't." That was all Kyle could get out. Now he was angry.
"Are you sure?" Cartman lowered his voice as he teased for his own amusement. Knowing he had the upper hand, the corner of his lips twitched to form a smirk. "Is that why you freaked out when I told you I had sex with Heidi?"
Kyle's eyes widened, completely horrified. "What?! I didn't freak out at all, what are you-"
"Ahh, yes, it all makes sense now!" The brunette tapped his head as he presented a light bulb moment. "My little Jew couldn't handle the fact that my attention wasn't on him for a change and it made you.. jealous? Cute."
"This is stupid. I'm leaving." Kyle announced as he grabbed his bag. Just as he did, Cartman gripped onto his forearm, halting him in place. "Let go of me." Kyle demanded as he gave a firm shove to the brunette's shoulder.
"Say it."
"Just let go, you fucking asshole!" Kyle tried to pull his arm away, but the grip was too tight.
"Not until you say it." Cartman spoke firmly and Kyle knew what he was talking about. "Say it." He ordered.
"You really want me to say it?" Kyle scoffed and nodded once, now infuriated that Cartman had the better of him. "Fine, I'll say it. You win." He admitted. "Congratulations."
Feeling satisfied with the answer given to him, Cartman loosened the grip he had on Kyle's arm, feeling smug.
The final bell rang to signal the end of the school day. Students flooded the corridors in a rush to get home, just like any other school day. Craig and Clyde walked together as Tweek, Token and Kevin followed behind. They left the building and strolled through the car park of the school until they reached Craig's and Token's vehicles parked next to each other.
"I need to talk to you about something." Craig mentioned to Clyde as he searched his bag for something.
"Oh yeah? About what?"
"I found this the day after the party at Stan's. It's Bebe's."
"Oh cool." Clyde said, taking the phone from his friend's hand. "She thought someone stole it. I'll give it back when I see her. Speaking of which, hey! Over here!" Clyde waved.
Craig turned to see three girls drawing closer. He quickly gripped onto Clyde's shoulder and dragged his moaning friend round to the back of the car to give them privacy and a little extra time for him to explain.
"There's something on there." Craig informed, glancing back.
"On where, on here?"
"Yes, on the phone. Something you wont like."
Before a confused Clyde could reply, Redd emerged around the corner. "Hey, I know you're angry, Clyde, but please let her explain!"
"Angry? Why would I be- What's going on, what do you mean angry?" A sinking feeling dropped in his stomach as he feared the worst.
"Wait, you haven't seen it yet? It's all over the chat."
Craig fished his jeans and retrieved his phone. Unlocking it, he quickly logged on.
USERNAME: 4nicate
PASSWORD: XXXXXXX
4nicate has joined chat room Spawn.
Eskimo!: Sent a photo.
Eskimo!: Sent a photo.
Eskimo!: Sent a photo.
Tuxedo?: What the fuck?
Eskimo!: Sent a photo.
Eskimo!: Sent a photo.
"Uhh, guys?" Token appeared, showing the pictures popping up on screen from a distance.
"What is that? Give it here." Clyde snatched Token's phone and watched the screen flash frame-by-frame screenshots of a video starring his girlfriend and a man he'd never seen before.
"What the fuck? Is this a joke?"
"It's her account." Craig mentioned as he remembered a conversation he had on the app from the other night.
"This is sick." Clyde gripped the phone in his hand as the images continued to flood through. "Why is she doing this?"
"Has she been hacked?" Tweek suggested.
"Fuck being hacked, who the fuck is that guy, Craig? Who is he?!" The brunette demanded, gripping the phone as more images flashed on screen.
"He's from North Park." Redd addressed quietly. "It was a one time thing and she felt super bad after it happened."
"One time?!" The brunette snapped. "You're expecting me to believe she met this guy only once for a hook up and during that time, decided to create the perfect sex tape? Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?!" Tears started to well up in the corners of his eyes. He handed the phone back to Token and turned his attention to Redd. "I want you to go over there and you tell that cheating whore to stay out of my sight. You tell her that I never want to see her again! You got that? It's OVER."
Everyone stood there silently as Clyde left to sit in the passenger seat of Craig's car.
How could she do this to me? He wondered as his vision blurred from the welling of his tears. Just as a tear seeped through the corner of his eye, he roughly wiped them both with his sleeve, trying desperately to keep it together. He couldn't stop the humiliation of being cheated on, but at least he could save the embarrassment of crying in front of everyone.
After a few minutes of muffled talking, Clyde heard the driver door open. Craig turned the key in the ignition and drove out of the car park. The first few minutes were driven in silence until they hit a red light. Craig new his friend was on the verge of breaking down due to the constant sniffing and clearing of the throat.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, turning his head slightly to see how upset his friend was.
"I just want to go home."
"Redd said it wan't Bebe that sent the photos. Said she was hacked."
"Like that matters." He replied, his voice almost a whisper.
"I'm not justifying what she did." Craig clarified and he pulled off when the light changed to green. "But she didn't send them."
"I honestly don't care about anything you have to say."
"What the hell did I do?"
"You knew about it!" Clyde yelled, turning to face his driver. "You knew for two days and decided to wait until now to tell me? Was it even two days? How long have you known?"
"Hey, cut that shit out, alright?" Craig snapped, glancing between his friend and the road ahead. "Not that I need to explain myself, but just so your small brain has some context to the situation, I left something at Stan's on Friday night, so I went back in the morning and that's when I found the phone. They already went through her phone by the time I was there. I took it and I've been meaning to give it back ever since, but every time I've seen you, you've been preoccupied getting your dick wet."
"Whose they? Who went through her phone?" The brunette snarled as he adjusted his posture so he was facing his friend.
"Stan and Kyle I presume. McCormick was there too, but he only saw as much as I did."
Clyde emitted a short laugh and fell back into his seat, fixing his eyes on the neighbourhood they just turned in to. "He did this because of what I said?" Clyde muttered to himself and Craig shot him a confused look. "He's really that much of a sensitive asshole, that he does this?" He continued. "I can't believe I defended him. I can't believe I actually defended him behind his back, as if I care about his stupid aborted child?!"
"Wait, what?" Craig responded, baffled by this new set of information.
Now that Clyde had officially exposed the secret and completely infuriated himself with the realization of what was happening, he wacked a clenched fist onto the side of the door, yelling out profanities. Craig decided to hold back on asking anymore questions or try and talk through it with him, so he continued to drive through the neighbourhood in silence, in hopes that the brunette would calm down.
As they pulled up to his house, Clyde opened the door and jumped out of the car. Before he left, he turned to his friend. "I know we planned to study later, but I need to be alone right now. I'll... text you or something." He said with watery, bloodshot eyes before slamming the door behind him.
A/N: I know you're probably wondering about the heist. All in good time, my friends. All in good time...