It was monday, and I see you walking towards me.

“Hey, Sammy.”, you say.

“Hey, Chase.”, I say trying to walk past you.

“Wait, hang on a second,”, pulling me gently to the wall of lockers, “are you feeling okay.”

“Yah, why?”

“Why, what do you mean why? Don’t you remember last night?”

“Oh, that, that was…I’m fine.”, I walk away.

“Sam, I just want to help.”