"Thanks, Carl!" Delilah called as we got out of the taxi.

"You're welcome, Dare," he said.

Delilah and I walked up to the Hedone High entrance.

Have you guessed who I am yet?

Right, A.E.D.

Believe it or not, Izm left the password in my room, so it's not my fault.

"You're really nice to come and help me babysit, and out of nowhere, too," she thanked me.

"Anytime, Dare. I love kids."

"I'll see ya some other time."

"Yeah, bye,"

"Bye,"

I watched her walk away as I wandered into the school entrance.

I swear I can still feel a lipstick mark on my cheek from earlier tonight.

I slid my ID card into the security system to my room. It beeped and let me in.

You'll never guess what I found in my dorm.

"IZM!" I shouted.

He was laying face first on the floor, holding a bottle of something. He looked up and took another swig.

And yes, on rare occasions, Izm does drink.

"Dude," his speech was very slurred and I had no idea if he was sober or not, "Whatcha doin' in my room?"

"THIS IS MY ROOM, BASTARD,"I corrected him, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!"

"Dare forgot to call me..." he answered, "I didn't know if she was hurt or dumped me."

"She's fine!" I replied, "We were busy with-"

"WHAT?"

He got up from the ground, sober, but barely. "What the hell are you doing with MY girlfriend!"

"We were baby-"

"EXCUUUUUUUSE ME!" I think he thought she was cheating on him or something. "YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY DELILAH, FUCKER!"

"Babysitting," I finished, trying to be calm, "There's nothing between me and Dare."

"REALLY!" He tried to swing a punch at me, but I caught his fist; it really wasn't going that fast actually.

"Dare and I are FRIENDS. She loves you, she loves you a lot, Izm. When she finds out you're drunk, she won't love you anymore."

I let go of his fist. "I'm not drunk," he said, "I'm just a little buzzed."

"Go back to your room," I ordered him, "Drown yourself in Vodka elsewhere."

"This is Whisky," he told me.

"Does that really look like a Whisky bottle to you?"

He squinted at it a little. "Oh yeah, it is!" He looked back at me, "But Des is probably-"

"OUT."

"OK, OK, I'm leaving,"

As he opened the door, his cell phone rang. "Hello?"

I couldn't make out what the person on the other line was saying, but Izm suddenly looked terrified and sober again.

"I... I need to go now!" He slammed his phone shut and sprinted out my room.

Yay he's gone.

Goodnight, world, see you tomorrow! *snooze*