his friends were all so proud of him for ending his night with a bang.

his father had beaten him raw for coming home late, but of course they didn't know that.

he didn't know how he felt, but he felt something when he saw the girl in the hallway and she winked at him.

he had once thought of saving his virginity for someone special, but there was no chance of that happening now.

the next day there was another party.

repeat.

again,

and again,

and again,

and again.

his grades were slipping, but all that mattered was the burning feeling as the liqueur went down, the feeling of those warm bodies pressed on his own, making him feel something.

without them he couldn't feel,

so he kept doing it.

there was nobody to care,

his friends all egged him on,

and everyone seemed to love this version of him.

so why wouldn't he do it?

his father had started spending more time with his secretary, which meant less time for him.

so he started bringing girls home.

and they brought him home.

and whether it was one, two, or three,

no matter if it was a girl or guy,

he just kept moving,

and feeling,

and wasting away.

poor selene,

if she could see her son

he wondered what she'd say.

and then he drank,

and drank,

and fucked the thought away.