Tommy felt sick.

The world was still spinning around him making it hard for him to concentrate on anything. He was sweating despite the icy shivers that racked his body and his throat and mouth felt insanely dry.

Did he have a fever or something? How perfect on the first day of school.

Walking off to his next class which was English. He rubbed his face, desperately trying to get himself to just concentrate. 

That’s when he bumped right into someone’s back.

“Sorry,” he murmured, stumbling back.

“Crap, Tommy, what’s up with you?”

Tommy lifted his eyes to see his brother in front of him.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Toby pressed the back of his hand to Tommy’s forehead, “you’re freezing.”

“Really? I feel kinda hot.”

“Why don’t I take you to the nurse,” Toby asked.

“I’m fine, Toby. We only have one more class anyway.”

“If you say so,” Toby sighed.

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek, “Hey, Toby. I’m really sorry about yesterday. I have no idea what happened. I honestly didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad Keagan was there with you. I didn’t know you were friends with the soccer Captain by the way. When did that happen?”

But Tommy stopped listening when he heard the name Keagan. Keagan had called Toby and told Toby he was drunk. So it wasn’t his imagination, did Keagan really bite him? Or did he somehow knock Tommy out?

“I have to go,” Tommy said, walking past his brother and toward his next class while his thoughts ran wild.

He knew he didn’t drink too much. He knew it! What did that bastard do to him?

Tommy was starting to sweat excessively and his mouth felt scratchy like sandpaper. It felt like every step he took was taken in the desert and any moment now he’d keel over and die of thirst.

He was pulling at the collar of his shirt when someone stood frozen in front of him.

Speak of the devil.

“Move,” Tommy strained as he glared at Keagan who stood there, face pale and eyes wide.

“No way,” Keagan whispered.

“Move you fucking neck-biting bastard,” Tommy seethed as he pushed past him, nearly falling over because of the action as he stumbled his way into his English class.

He basically collapsed into the seat and rested his head on the desk. He was panting hard like he just ran miles.

“Fucks sake…” Tommy muttered when Keagan took the seat right next to him at the connected desk.

He didn’t say anything. He just stared down at Tommy in bewilderment.

“The fuck…are you… staring at…” he panted, lifting his head so Keagan wouldn’t look down on him. 

Keagan still didn’t say anything so Tommy turned his head away. The class was already full of students and the teacher was writing something on the board and explaining something that Tommy wasn’t really paying attention to.

Something smelt real… good.

“…and at the end of the year, you’ll all have a project that could make or break your final grade in this class.”

Tommy’s eyes shifted around the room, looking at the back of each student's head. 

“…you’ll do this project with a partner…”

Their necks. He focused on the person in front of him.

“…I’ll partner you all up tomorrow…”

What was pulsing there? Is that a vein?

“…the book title is…”

Tommy could feel his mouth salivating as he leaned forward, entirely focused on that smell coming from the person in front of him.

So good.

So close.

Suddenly his head was slammed down on the desk which immediately made his head spin and he could have sworn he saw a galaxy in his vision.

“Oh my god! Miss! I think Tommy just passed out!” Keagan’s panicked voice ran loud. Except he was such a terrible actor. Even Tommy could tell and he was pretty sure his brain just popped.

“Oh my! Is he okay?”

Tommy groaned, lifting his heavy head slightly up to rub his forehead.

“Keagan would you be a dear and take him to the nurse, please? He looks pale and sick.”

“Sure I don’t mind,” Keagan pulled Tommy up and threw his arm around Keagan’s shoulder while Keagan’s arm wrapped around his back to steady him.

Tommy has no clue what happened from point A to point B but now he was in a tiny bathroom stall, sitting on a toilet with Keagan standing in front of him. He felt like he was about to die if he didn’t do something about this feeling.