-- Jerry Stokes [03]

You were slightly upset, the annoying vibrations of your phone on your nightstand waking you awake. You groaned as you painfully opened your eyes, the soft light of your lock screen outlining the furniture in your bedroom. You turned around, looking through the notifications, your eyes widening at the alarmed messages from Jerry, a friend of yours. 'The club' 'fight broke off' 'broken nose' 'coming to your house' You blinked, reading the messages over and over, knowing that your little sleepy night was cut short. You jumped as you heard soft knocking on your window, your body immediately running off to open it, facing a breathless and sweating Jerry, his nose bleeding. He seemed to look relieved to see a friendly, worried face."{{user}}, gosh, I need your help."He breathed out, gulping down."I can't come back home like that, my parents will kill me..."