MJ was making out with another freshman. He grabbed her head and pushed her closer to him. His eyes were closed, he could hear the loud music, strangers conversations and his partner's heavy breathing. She whispered his name softly, and suddenly remembered an old conversation with Zalia, "No...But I'd prefer if you'd call me by my name,"

"Okay, Mitchelle, whatever you say," And in the darkness of his eyes, he could visualize her again, standing under the streetlights, and her brown frizz flying over her face as she smiled at him. That one image of hers seemed to be framed into his memory, and it was haunting him. Or was it?

'No, no, no, don't think of that right,' He grabbed his partner by her shoulders and clutched her tighter as they continued making out, 'Okay, Mitchelle," 
'No!'
'Whatever you say,'

"Shit!" He pushed the girl away and she looked at him, "What happened?" She asked.
"I gotta go," He got up and began walking away from the sofas, he pressed his head and suddenly tripped on someone, falling over him, "Yo, bro, easy there,"
"Sorry," MJ looked up him and was left speechless. He was really tall and well built, not too muscular and not too skin, but he had big arms, and dark skin with deep brown eyes set on a strong jaw and full lips. He had a buzzcut and wore a plain white T-shirt with blue jeans, just like Louise. But he looked much better than him because of his physique and the confidence he carried himself with. 

"Damn, you are hot!" MJ blurted out, "Are you popular?"
"Huh?" Suddenly, someone called his name, "JEROME! YOU SHOWED UP AT LAST!" It was his friends. All of them surrounded him, "Finally, now attract some bitches,"
"Piss off, I'm not here for that,"
"Layla told us she'd only show up if your bitch-ass got here. Let's go, boi!" They dragged him along them and soon they disappeared in the crowd. 

MJ just stared at them, "So, he is popular," He turned around, "LOUISE! LOUISE, WHERE ARE YA, BABES?!" He screamed as he walked through the crowd. Finally, he saw Louise, who was puking over the carpet. Ryan and Chelsea were holding him up, "LOUISE!" MJ ran towards him, "What happened? Did you eat something wrong?!" MJ asked him. Louise got up and stared at him,
"Ryan, can you fetch some paper towels? I'll take him to the sofas,"

"Sure," Ryan walked upstairs while Chelsea went to ring the housekeeper's door and ask her to clean the vomit up before someone stepped in it or fell into it. MJ crossed Louise's arm across his body and held him up, "You seem drugged. Did someone give you something weird?"
"How do you know what being drugged is like?" Louise asked. 
"Erm, well, it's common knowledge!"
"It's not," Louise fell on the sofa, "You got some nasty company home, MJ?"

"I don't. Shut up, you bimbo," MJ looked down at Louise.
"What are you gonna do, huh? You keep trying to boss me around!" He pushed MJ and he fell back, landing on the glass table, "Louise, have you lost your mind?!" 
Louise got up and suddenly felt like peeing, "Bathroom," He mumbled and climbed over the sofa, "Louise! Come and sit here! Or we're leaving! Louise!" MJ ran after but the crowd blocked him away from Louise, who was walking into the house. 

Louise looked at the mirror in the living room and walked towards it. Some girls sitting on the chair in front of the mirror. Louise looked at himself in the mirror, "I look like shit," Louise looked at himself as if he was before his bathroom mirror. The girls looked at him and giggled among themselves. He, then, pulled his zipper down and began peeing while looking at the mirror. The girls began screaming as the piss covered their dresses AND they even saw Louise's wiener. 

"HA!" Henry began recording Louise while pissing on the girls, "This is going on YouTube!"
"Bro, isn't that your girl?" Evans pointed at the girl who was sitting right in front of Louise and covered her face as she screamed.
"Yeah-WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK!" Henry passed the camera to Evans and ran to Louise. MJ dived in, "LOUISE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

But before Louise could answer, Henry punched his face. He fell on the floor, in his own pee. MJ tried body slamming Henry, but Henry was stronger than him. He grabbed MJ and knocked him down. He tried picking MJ up again but MJ grabbed Louise by his shirt, "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!" MJ screamed and everyone stopped dancing. They looked at them while the music continued to play, "CAN YOU STOP BOTHERING LOUISE?!"

Henry smirked, "Aww, sorry for him? Then, help the poor kid out. Go, give him a golden shower,"
"Drink my piss, you shit!" MJ yelled at him.
"Henry!" Ryan came between them, "Stop it!"
"Fuck off, pretty boy," He pushed Ryan aside and grabbed MJ by his collar and punched him on his nose. All the boys in the crowd either cheered the fight on or became dead silent. The girls watched quietly. Ryan tried intervening again but someone grabbed him. He turned back, "Malcolm!"

"What are you doing?" Malcolm asked.
"Trying to help MJ. He needs my help!"
"What will you do? You can't fight, you're weak. You'll get beaten up too,"
"I can't just watch them beat my friends up in my own house!"

Malcolm rolled his eyes to his head, "Hang on. I'll be quick. Don't move," He ran upstairs and Chelsea followed him, "Malcolm, where are you going?"

Henry kicked MJ in his abdomen and threw him on the floor. Louise was laying unconscious on the floor, "Louise..." MJ looked at Louise, his face was bruised and swollen. His clothes were tattered. 
"Hah! You can still talk?" Henry picked him up by his collar and raised his fist. "Yeah, Henry! Knock him out! Knock him out! Knock him out!" The crowd of boys yelled. Suddenly, the heard police sirens. 

"Shit! Who the fuck called the police?!" He dropped MJ, "Listen, if you tell them anything, I will fucking kill you, you hear me?!" He ran of the backdoor with two of his trolls while the sirens blasted over the music. Ryan ran towards MJ, "MJ! Louise! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What about Louise? He is still unconscious!" MJ wiped the blood dripping down his broken nose, 'Ouch, oh my god, it hurts!'
"Louise!" Ryan held Louise's bruised face between his palms, "Oh no, we need to get him out of here," He looked up and watched Malcolm and Chelsea walk down, "Did you call the police?" He asked once they reached them.
"No," Malcolm raised his phone which had a sirens sound effect video playing on it, "We just connected my phone to the sound system upstairs.

"Louise!" Chelsea reached out to him, "He's still not up?"
"We should take him home," Ryan told MJ who was busy pressing his nose to somehow numb the pain, "Yeah, you do that. Someone accompany me to a fucking hospital,"
"We'll take you. Chelsea, call a cab," Malcolm instructed her and then turned to the crowd, "Sorry, guys. Party over. Henry pooped it. Go home. Bye!"

Everyone grunted and lost their energy as they collected their stuff and within a few minutes, the house was empty and trashed. Chelsea called two cabs. One in which Ryan took Louise home while the other where Malcolm took MJ to the hospital. She decided to stay back and clean up before their parents came home. 

Ryan looked at Louise's face as it shone slightly every time the car passed through a streetlight. The driver looked at them from the front mirror and cleared his throat, "Shall I open the window?"
"I don't feel very hot,"
"But I feel very disgusted. That kid smells like booze, vomit and piss. I cannot drive in these conditions."
"Erm, yeah, you should open the window,"

Once they reached Louise's house, Ryan got down with the driver holding Louise in his arms. 
"Oh shit, I gotta throw up. Hold him, I can't bear this stench," He puked with Louise laying on his back. Ryan rubbed the driver's head, "It's okay, sir,"
The driver held his knees while puking, slowly losing his grip over Louise. So, Ryan held him between his arms, "Shit, he does stink bad,"

"Harry! Go take the trash out!" Mrs Louverne screamed from inside the house. And soon, Harry was out with a huge, black polythene bag.
"Alright, give that lad to me," The driver turned back and grabbed Louise, but his knees were weak after puking for so long. He lost his balance and almost fell on Ryan while trying to grab Louise. He cornered Ryan on the cab while Louise lay between them, unconscious and saliva dripping down his mouth. 

That's when Harry saw them.

Louise seemed drugged and his clothes were half torn. His face was bruised. And he was being pushed and held by two men. One of them was definitely a pedophile. 

Harry lost his marbles and naturally he screamed.
"MOM! BROTHER GOT RAPED! MOM!"

-To be continued