CONFESSION IN THE WRONG.

GREG:

My eyelashes fluttered at the dangling light balls above me, my ears flapped to the loud music and my brain stupefied on the volume. Wondering why I was surrounded by such noises, I stretched awake.

I felt the softness of an unfamiliar couch, and I made to stand but was hit back down by strokes of dizziness.

Where am I?

I couldn’t fish out the memory. I only got filled with flashes of Nicholas leaning to kiss Capell and parading him everywhere.

Nicholas. I should quit him off my head, yet a series of trials to shut him out proved abortive and left me with a wrinkled forehead and soar taste.

Meanwhile, I remembered leaving the school ahead of everyone, picking a cab, and unfortunately growing sick and ending up on the street. I had held onto a street pole to recuperate before someone came to my aid. Yes, someone familiar took me with him.

Who can that be?

He introduced himself, I remember, and also insisted I register it.

The door opened and to avoid being caught awake, I became