The tough guy demands they do the assignment at his house

“Come to my house today, I want to be over with this by today”, he said to Chris in a menacing voice.

People heard what he had said, and began to whisper again very low. Chris began to suspect something was wrong with him. He didn’t really like being bossed around, but he still wanted to be his friend and make pranks, for it was his lifestyle.

“It’s for next week, why so much hurry?”, Chris asked him calmly.

“Just come to my fucking house today, here’s the address”, he said as he handed him a note with his address written down.

“Well I’m not against doing the assignment with you, but I don’t appreciate being told what to do, and at the very least you could tell me your fucking name if we’re going to do this assignment together”, Chris had snapped at the guy and was beginning to rise his voice. The teacher looked at them and told them to shut up.

“Well if you must know, it’s Daniel, and I don’t fucking appreciate being told what to do either, so just come to my fucking house, alright? Now shut up and we’ll meet after class.” As Daniel finished whispering those words to Chris, he turned his face to the front, looking visibly angry for what happened.

Chris didn’t talk to him for the rest of the classes.

Classes ended that day, and they all went home. After leaving most stuff at his house, he went to Daniel’s house. He didn’t have his number or anything, so he couldn’t tell him when he was coming over.

Daniel’s house was an apartment in a rather poor suburb in the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t very clean on the outside, and Chris wasn’t expecting it to be on the inside either.

After ringing the bell, Daniel opened the door wearing nothing but shorts, while munching on food he was eating on the table.

“Sit at the table, I’m still eating”, Daniel told him.

Chris entered the house, and, as he expected, it wasn’t clean on the inside either. A look to the kitchen, tons of unwashed dishes. A look to the main room, his food on a table full of other stuff and used clothes everywhere. An overwhelming stench of sweat and filth became apparent as soon as Chris stepped into the house. He almost wanted to vomit, but he just sat down at the table and browsed Twitter while Daniel finished his meal.

“Mind taking my plate to the sink? I gotta go grab my stuff from my room”, Daniel said with a somewhat visible grin on his face. In his mind, he was already planning ways to make Chris do stuff for him. That’s what the note wanted to warn him about, but he made sure Chris couldn’t read it.