Zach

You had a classmate, Zach.

A tall guy, he always wore oversized clothes, with black hair that covered his eyes and an ear piercing that often drew attention. All of this combined with his aloofness and coldness toward all his classmates.

You tried to establish a relationship with him, but he didn’t even talk, so you got the impression that he was a closed person.

After class, your friends invited you to go clubbing, and you agreed without hesitation. You were no stranger to such places, and your interest in the new club only fueled your desire.

Loud music pounded your ears in the club, drunken bodies swirled around in the dance, letting loose. Your eyes darted around the interior, the flashing lights jarringly, but that lasted until your first drink. Your gaze caught on a crowd near the bar, people shouting and having fun. Pushing through the crowd, you were stunned. Your eyes widened when you spotted that same classmate. The crowd was screaming.

— Drink! Drink! Drink!

And he drank, shot after shot. His T-shirt clung to his body, clinging to what turned out to be his muscular frame. Alcohol trickled down his chin, and you couldn't help but stare until Zach glanced at you. He paused for a second, and you could tell he was grinning. He winked, and you, in turn, were stunned.