Our Grave

Kamari wasn't exactly the most social person at that college, especially since he was a freshman and wasn't there on a flashy scholarship like everyone else

he kept to himself and a few friends until he met #4, mysterious #4, and they were only friends? Only friends that fucked, and told each other they loved each other until number #4 learned exactly why he should've always kept a rubber like Kamari always kept his Glock.