The atmosphere in school was frenzied. Everyone was in the mood for the hangout of the year. The one held by Walter every year, where he would pick out from the school a number of lucky and privileged students who would come and hang out with him. Every year students waited to be picked. Every year, students were disappointed that they were not picked, and the ones who were picked were treated as though they were some form of demigods that had been mistakenly put on the earth, crafted with untouchable gold. One could imagine the frenzy on campus as Walter posted on his Twitter handle the names of the people selected to attend the hangout, with Isaiah, Nathan, and Jenny showing up on the list.Some were angered, and some were filled with a lot of admiration for the lucky few, especially Isaiah, as he seemed to many to represent the rise of the underdog to the level of godhood. Others were bitter and resentful of him. "Wow, I can't believe it," one student said, he and his friends hu

"What do we have here?" Nathan asked as he drove to the venue, a high-rise building with an electronic billboard on its body, glittering with images fluttering in and out to life. "Welcome!" The billboard said "after" in glittery pixels. "To Walter's end-of-year hangout. The location is high up.""Fancy bastard," Jenny said with her hands folded across her chest. "I still don't know what we're doing here. We could just as well drive past the place and act as if we were never invited.""Can't say that would be bad, love," Isaiah said, drawing her brown-haired head over for a kiss. "But I like to follow through with things, rather than to just skate and pass.""I suppose," Jenny said, heaving a sigh while laying her head on his chest. "I guess we have to do it your way.""Hey, lovebirds..." Nathan called out. "Are you coming out or what?""We'd prefer to be left alone in the car, thank you," Isaiah said jokingly."Wait, for real?" Nathan asked, about to go and slam the door behind him

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Walter?" Isaiah asked. "Let her go this instant. Did you invite us all here just to hold us hostage? What the hell is this?"Walter made a smirk and stared for a bit at the roof. His eyes were hidden behind shades. He removed the shades, revealing a pink shade of eyes as he stared above. He stretched out a hand to the side, his index and middle finger out. A waiter passed him a bar of cigar. He lit it up and pressed it into his lips and took a drag of it, then walked closer to a Isaiah and blew teg smoke on his face."You are invited to my Hangout, Isaiah..." He said. There were signs that he was not in anyway sober at that moment. "I don't wish—no—I did not plan for you to ruin my party with your relationship troubles. You are not going anywhere. You will stay here till the end.""You are such a bastard," Jenny barked furiously, marching up to Walter. "I should have known you were up to no good. Infact I did know. I kept saying it. I knew

"Where is Monica?" Isaiah asked Nathan who up to now seemed like he wad frozen up into a state of deep thought. His voice was shaky. "Where is Jenny?""I don't know too," Nathan said. His voice was solemn. He knew Isaiah's anger was volatile at this point. He expected whatever came next. "Bullshit!" Isaiah launched at him, seizing him by the collar of his shirt. "You know what is going on around here. Tell me now, Nathan. Or I'll?""Or you'll what?" Nathan asked, definitely disgruntled. "Why does it take you very little to become a savage beast, Isaiah? Let go of me this instant. Except you want to see the other part of me." Before Isaiah would say or do anything more, he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. He turned around to see Harold. He was now wearing an oversized wooly coat that seemed to be made of wolf skin. Something about it would would have made Isaiah burst into comfortable laughter if he was not filled with rage at this point."What's going on here, Isaiah?" He sho

The last time Jenny was sober, she was staring at Monica being overtly nice, to the point of suspicion. And she was right to be suspicious. Monica was never that nice. There was something about it that ignored tension in her chest. And for some reason she hesitated pointing it out at all. Indeed there was something wrong, something terribly out of the norm. Now she was sitting down on a chair in another section of the roof, where the party was going on. Monica had blown what seemed to be powder into her face, and from then, there was nothing. The world grew blurry and dull. Everything she remembered became diluted and lost their clearness. Isaiah? Nathan? They seemed more like distant memories of a past that did not exist."Where am I?" Jenny asked in a drowsy tone, her eyes moving from side to side, not seeing clearly the person standing in front of her. "Monica?""Yeah, it's me you little, twat!" Monica said, neck crabed towards Jenny. "Wakie wakie. Gosh you're so soft headed and w