DREW'S POV:

"Yet another victory for me."

The bereted teen called Trent placed his five bucks in the bowl and slid it over to me. Currently, we were playing Street Fighter with Tyler, Beth, Zoey, and three other teens.

"Drew, how the hell are you so good?" A blonde girl asked.

"Well Brittany, it's all in skill."

"You should see him in Go Fish, he's got fucking X-Ray vision." Tyler spoke up. I laughed at this, and collected my winnings, which was twenty dollars.

"Wanna have a tournament?" I asked. Everyone seemed to agree and the brackets were set up. In the first round, I defeated Brittany, Trent beat Gavin (which caused him to throw a tantrum), Tyler beat Zack, and Zoey beat Beth. Second round, I beat Trent again while Tyler beat Zoey. In the finale, I beat Tyler after an incredibly close game.

Then, out of nowhere, I decided to ask a question to Tyler.

"Hey Tyler, what do you think of Beth?"

TYLER'S POV:

I looked at Drew as he smiled at me, waiting for an answer. I couldn't really lie, as I'm a god-awful liar.

"She's cool."

"Hey, you should go for her." My eyes widened.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Better Heath than beasties." Drew replied. I decided Drew wasn't exactly the best candidate for romance tips, so I went to someone who found love despite his setbacks.

"Terrance, how do I get a girl?" Terrance looked at me with an odd look as he held a bottle of wine in his hand. Henry was next to him, passed out on the couch with his pants around his ankles. I didn't dare ask. Terrance noticed this.

"He started to strip but passed out." He chuckled at this. He then asked what my question was again, and I said it again.

"Tyler, let me in on a secret. The reason I found true love is because I grew a pair and asked her out."

"What?"

"What I did is forget about my glass eye, my depression, my past, and everything that set me back and go for it. Even if this chick rejects you, you'll live well knowing you manned up, and considering what happened with your brother and your parents, that takes guts." Terrance smiled, and I did too.

"Go get her kid."

I went to Beth and asked to talk to her in the corner, to which she followed me to without hesitation.

"Beth, you're a great person, and I umm…" Beth tilted her curiously, like a dog does.

"Was wondering if you wanted to go out?" I said quickly. Beth seemed to catch on however and she smiled and nodded.

That was the day I made a great decision, but a giant mistake.

MATT'S POV:

The night of the party may have been the most eventful night of my life. I was sitting with Jenny, who was chugging some alcohol like it was the last day on Earth. She already looked tipsy, so I sat her on a red recliner and walked off, looking to find someone else. I saw a familiar red-head and strolled over to discover Heath being talked to by a blonde woman.

"Hey Heathie, maybe you can teach me some moves in bed?" She was actually sober, and so was Heath and he simply gave her a look.

"I don't swing that way." Heath replied. I didn't know Heath was gay. I was about to ask him more, but the woman beat me to it.

"You're gay huh?"

"Nope." Ok, now I was confused while the woman was getting more angered.

"Then why don't you wanna fuck gingie?" She smiled at her poor excuse for an insult. But that smile disappeared when Heath spoke up.

"I don't fuck donkeys." She stood up and walked off hearing that while Heath smirked. I looked in the corner and saw Tyler and Beth engaged in a battle of the tongues. Luckily for them, Heath was not watching. In fact, Heath actually got up to go to bed.

"Hey Matt." I turned to see Eve walk towards me with a large wine bottle in her hand. She shoved it into my chest and gave me a smirk that made my knees turn to jelly.

"Drink up."

Without hesitation, I did, even though I had swore to myself I would never drink again. It didn't take long for my vision to become blurry and my speech begin to slur. Eve took my hand and led me into an apartment building. But it was not my own. Everything was a blur from here on out, as I felt an abrupt coldness on my chest followed by the softness of a bed. Then everything went black.