What happened last night?
                          
I kept repeating the question in my head as I stripped down and decided to shower first. The hot water just stung my skin instead of soothed me, so I hurriedly soaped down and rinsed off before getting out. I tore on one of the black college sweatshirts Blake had given me with a pair of plaid pajama pants. I dried my hair off, pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up naturally and went downstairs.
                          
The smell of bacon, eggs, and syrup made my stomach growl viciously. I had just vomited half the world's supply of food and now, I was ready to eat all that and more. Most people wouldn't even think of eating after that, but I wasn't easily disgusted.
                          
I hobbled into the kitchen, pausing by the archway to peek inside. Devin was at the stove, but he looked exhausted and dark circles patched under his eyes. His clothes were all disheveled and I swore there was a rip near one of the shoulders. His hair was a mess and despite the cheerful sun pouring into the house, he looked depressed.
                          
I saw Blake sitting at the table, still wearing his snug leather jacket and matching pants. He was drinking a huge mug of coffee and beside him sat Danny, who looked as awful as Devin. His pants were just barely up to his waist, showing off his silk boxers. His AC/DC t-shirt was faded and the hem was unraveling. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, barely open as he stared at the table.
                          
I slowly inched out into the kichen, cautious. Something was up and I had a feeling it had to do with my sickness and torn clothes. I didn't know if I wanted to know or not, but it looks like I had no choice when Blake looked up and gestured for me to sit down.
                          
I sat across from them as Devin came over with a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The smell had my stomach wrenching. Devin cast Blake and Danny a worried look before drifting out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my adoptive parents.
                          
I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it wasn't just the hunger gnawing at my gut.
                          
"Lucas, how are you feeling?" Danny asked after a few minutes of just awkwardly staring at each other. I shifted a bit, then shrugged and reached up to put a hand on my forehead, indicating I had a headache. Danny nodded slowly, getting to his feet.
                          
"I'll get you some aspirin." He stated and went to the medicine cabinet while Blake just watched me carefully. I watched him back, his green-blue eyes hardly blinking as if he were afraid he'd miss a single second of me. It was strange. No one really paid that much attention to me.
                          
Danny came back and I took the pills, turning my face away from them before I set the glass down and cocked my head at them questioningly.
                          
"Lucas, do you remember what happened last night?" Blake asked outright. I blinked, then slowly shook my head. The only thing I could remember was the first part of the dance, Ethan practically ignoring me as he mingled with his wide circle of friends. I was okay with that, I remembered. He was having fun, so it was fine. Why that mattered to me, I had no idea. Ethan and I weren't really friends, were we? Just accomplices or something.
                          
Wait... I remembered something.
                          
It was fuzzy. I remembered standing outside the bathroom with Ethan. He looked freaked out and worried. I could see him holding my arms and why I let him touch me at all was beyond me, but he started to carry me into the bathroom when the memory went black again.
                          
I felt panicky, nervous, afraid. Why couldn't I remember what happened? Why did I let him touch me? How more much more did he touch me? He wasn't the one who ripped at my clothes, was he? Did he go to jail?
                          
"Lucas, calm down," Blake soothed, making me realize that I had been practically hyperventilating as I tried to remember, "It's okay, don't force yourself. We were just wondering."