You sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. A rapid knocking had woken you up, followed by a series of squealing. You rolled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, swinging around the corner and into the kitchen. You weren't surprised to see Clare standing there, wearing a fluffy, white dress that cascaded down to the floor, and her hair was up and curled. You almost choked, unable to ignore her sickening resemblance to a bride -- a pretty one at that. Even Hiro stared for a minute, unable to speak. Clare just flashed you a smug smile and brushed past you. 
        "Come on Hiro!" She called over her shoulder. Hiro walked over to you, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. 
        "You might want to cover up," he whispered on his way out, "I'll be back later." And, with that, he let Clare lead him out the door. You flushed, realizing you'd rushed down in your shorts and tank-top in your flurry, and stomped angrily back upstairs. 

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        It was 6:00... An hour and a half late. Hiro promised to be back around four thirty... And he was still out with Clare." You were sitting at your desk, finishing your homework, when the door slammed shut and you heard footsteps.
        "Hiro?" You walked out into the hallway, to see Hiro, dazed, as he trudged over to you. 
        "H-hey (Y/N), s-sorry I'm late." 
        "You okay?" 
        "Y-yeah, of c-course I'm fine. I-I just need some sleep." He pushed past you, bonking into the doorway and walking inside, rubbing his head. Confused, you followed him, closing the door behind you.
        "You seem kind of... off..." Hiro shrugged, and flopped down on his bed. You sat down next to him. "You sure you're oka-" Before you could finish, he jumped up, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet. You eyes widened, and you covered your mouth. "Oh my gosh! Are you drunk Hiro?" Hiro only answered with a groan. "What happened?"
        "I-I don't know... I dropped Clare off... I don't remember... she-" he was cut off as he vomited again.
        "She what?" Hiro wiped his mouth and chuckled.
        He threw his hands up in the air and shouted, "She kissed me!" You took a step towards him and crossed your arms.
        "She what?"
        "I know!" Hiro leaned over the toilet again, and you, speechless with rage, stomped downstairs and out the door. "Becareful!" Hiro slurred behind you. You ran down the street, stifling a sob.
        Eventually, you came to a stop, blocks away from the apartment, and you sat down at the curb. 
        "Clare," you hissed softly. How could he have gotten drunk? "He's only sixteen!" You whispered to yourself. Suddenly, something was shoved over your head, and everything sent dark.
       
         "Hello (Y/N)..." You opened your eyes groggily, moving your hand to your face -- only finding they were bound to the chair you were slumped in.
        "W-who's there?" You shouted, struggling. "Where am I?" A figure emerged from the shadows, dressed in black.
        "Remember me?" The voice was garbled, and you were barely able to understand it. You shook your head, and the person clicked their tongue in mock disappointment. "You should, I've been watching you." They circled around behind you. "That boyfriend of yours has been a bad boy huh?" Their breath tickled the back of your neck, making every hair stand up.
        "What do you want?" You spat.
        "That's for me to know, and for you to find out miss (L/N)... now, it's time you went back home then." You flinched as something hit you hard over the head, and you knew nothing else.