Looking at the twerp and plotting what to do Jennifer notices something strange. Kyle was sleeping on his stomach with his hands under him. The comforter looked to be drenched in red juice...
Her eyes widened...'he didn't'
She pushed Kyle over and sure enough his wrists were both slit, blood still oozing out, some of it getting on Jennifer's hands.
It was also at this moment that all her collected memories of Kyle crowded into her mind. More than just the pantsing that left him very exposed in front of half the student body. She recalled times tripping him, siccing various boyfriends on him, and talking trash about him when he was within hearing range.
"No..." she said looking at the blood on her hands... "NOOO."
It was then that she saw his eyes cracked open. He was still alive...
"Kyle," She grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "Stay here, Kyle, don't....die, you can't...."
His lips moved, she leaned in close to listen...
"Go... ...away..." he barely breathed.
"Kyle, you're gotta stay here... I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd do this, I...KYLE TRUTH OR DARE."