Ezra fled

  Ezra fled into the adjacent room and frantically began searching for some kind of peep hole they had just used. Plenty of pictures, posters, one of them had to be hiding something! He tore them down; ostensibly trying to be sneaky, but with no actual effort to be quiet. There was nothing there. That couldn't be, there was no way! He had already checked his room for cameras. Maybe he just missed it in his panic.
  He stepped outside and collapsed on the hallway floor, his head spinning. The party was still going on downstairs. It was definitely louder. He heard them bandying his name back and forth as they laughed. He thought they were his friends, his sworn brothers.He crawled into the bathroom to hide the lips that pulled down into a hateful frown, and washed away the tears.
  It was his first time, goddammit! They took that from him for a cheap joke.
  He hid there until well after the party ended, after each of them had jeered him through the door and gone to bed. Even still, he tiptoed into his own room, only to find a female form, half-clothed and curled up asleep on his bed. Less a person than a thing to him, he walked over to give it the closer look he should have done before sobering up. There were details everywhere that spoke of its deception, and marks that he had left with clumsy lips. He had never touched a woman before. Ezra's blood was pumping, and he told that whore to get dressed and get out of his bed; he didn't care where.
  When the lights were off and he could finally crawl inside, sickened by the lingering warmth, Ezra finally noticed the deep pools of cold tears on his pillow. One thought kept him awake for the rest of the night. Maybe it was that guy's first time, too.