Eric's POV
I waited for Mark outside to come pick me up from school. School had just got out 5 minutes ago and at this school there are no buses. Everyone either has their own car or gets picked up. Buses are for the common people they say. Just as I spotted Mark pull up, I felt someone slap a piece of paper in my hand. I turned around looking for the person but I couldn't see anyone. I shrugged it off and walked towards the car. I opened the door and collapsed into the passenger seat. "How was your day Eric", asked Mark. I just shrugged, it was a normal typical day, nothing really happened. As we pulled away from the school I read the note. Party @ 9 you should come it's at a warehouse text this number and I'll tell you the address.233-456-889-Damien. Damien is in my Government class, but we barely talked. I was still going to go to that party anyways. I took out my phone and texted him. He told me the address as soon as we pulled up the driveway. I got out the car and went into the house walking to my room. I changed my clothes and walked downstairs to get food from the kitchen. I watched TV until it was time to go. My dad was up in his study as always and Mark was cleaning up the rest of the house. I went into my room and locked the door and turned my TV up. I took the ladder from beneath my bed and put it out my window and climbed out. I hid the ladder in the trees and got into my BMW from the driveway and drove to the address Damien sent me. On my way, I texted him. Ard, See you soon he texted back. I got there and walked towards the place, it was quiet. This is weird, a party is supposed to be loud and where are the other cars, I thought. " So you think it's cool to hook up with someone else's girlfriend", Damien said. I turned around. It was him and 2 other boys. " You've slept with each and every one of our girlfriends, and now it's time for you to pay", he said. I tried to run to my car but his friend punched me in my stomach....
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