Mateo: You accused others of being perverts, but I think you are the real dirty old man; you are an ugly worm.

"You accused Adam of being a pervert, but I think you are the real dirty old man; you are an ugly worm."

The lights in the room flickered, and the desks started to shake. Jake's body convulsed, and he dropped to his knees. Smoke started pouring from his nose, eyes, and ears. Jake threw back his head and opened his mouth. Smoke erupted, but unlike natural smoke, it did not dissipate into the room. It coalesced above Jake and seemed to take on the shape of a man.

After the final wisps of smoke left Jake's body, he slumped to the floor, spent and empty. The smoke entity drifted down and hovered over Jake. It placed it's head above Jake crotch and moved up and down as if it were giving Jake a blowjob; Jake began to moan. Soon Jake gasped and convulsed again. A glowing stream of colored smoke rose from Jake's cock and was consumed by the phantom.

The entity shone with a glowing energy. It turned and looked at you and then at Mateo. Abruptly, it flew through the air, split in two, and **** its way into your mouth and Mateo's. You lost consciousness.

You woke up on your back in the study lounge. You sat up, checked your phone, and discovered you had been **** for nearly an hour. Mateo was on the floor beside you, but Jake was nowhere to be found. You reached over and shook Mateo. He rolled over but kept his eyes closed as he spoke.

"We're still alive?"

"We seem to be."

Mateo opened his eyes, and you backed away from him.

"Fuck. How are you doing that?"

Mateo looked at you confused.

"What is up with your eyes?"

"My eyes? Your eyes are glowing."

Mateo got out his phone and held it up. You crawled over behind him, and both of your faces were visible in the camera. Mateo's eyes did not glow on the phone but were glowing when you looked at him.

"This is too bizarre."

Then you remembered Mateo's head injury, rather, his former head injury. Now there was no blood nor gash; there was not even a scar.

No scar?

You looked at your right forearm.

No scar.

The scar you had since childhood was gone. You got to your feet and helped Mateo up.

"I am sorry. I don't know what is going on. I have class, I need to go."

Mateo looked shocked.

"Class? Who cares about class? What happened?"

"Sorry."

You bolted from the lounge and headed to your room to pick up your notebook and gym bag. Jake was not in your room.

He probably headed to swim practice early.