I just wanna know because I'm feeling pretty bad about it. Names were altered for privacy.

Last night me and 4 squad members were coming home from a road trip. We're all 17, having fun and staying clean. We had scouted an isolated nature reserve hike on the way there, and figured we'd climb it on the way back. It was a tad cold (we live in a very warm place). The drive was at a high altitude, so the air was thin.

Once we had gotten to the hike, we discovered it was pretty steep. We had finished the hike up in about 10 minutes. My friend, Daniel, was having a bit of trouble with the thin air. He said he was alright so we continued. One of us mentioned that we should make sure to not split up.

The top of the hike was cold, and not particularly interesting. We had spotted a wide path downwards into a spooky forest. Before we even realized, our friend John was running down the path, probably as a joke. I ran after him, and we kept running. We probably wouldn't have run as far if I wasn't chasing him.

Once I had caught up to him, we thought it would be funny to hide and scare our boys. We started climbing back up the path cutting through trees rather than the designated path. Our friends knew we were hiding, and had discovered our location relatively quickly. We were about 50 feet away, hiding behind trees in the forest. John got a call from one of them, calling him some bad names, but I didn't hear most of it. 

Once we had found our way back to the top of the hike, we sat down to take a breath. We heard them on their way back up. We played a song out loud, hoping they would locate us at the top (it was very dark). 

Once they had found us, Daniel fell down onto his knees and started hyperventilating for several minutes. We were all comforting him, and the other two were angry at me and John. I didn't realize it at the time, but they were pissed. Me and John thought it was in good fun. 

Thin atmosphere and exercise is not a good combination. What I didn't know at the time is that Daniel is an incredibly superstitious person. I found this out several hours later. While me and Josh were hiding, Daniel was freaking out. The forest was scary, and he didn't wanna split from his friends. Since there were three of them, any sort of split to avoid going into the forest would mean someone was alone. So they all went together.

As Daniels hyperventilating slowed down, me and John were feeling awful. We made our way down, comforting Daniel as much as we could. We returned to the car, and everyone was able to calm down. John was beating himself up over it. He said he would just call an uber, but we obviously wouldn't let him; we were 40 miles away from civilization, it was night time, and it was cold. 

There were no hard feelings after it all; we went to Daniel's house and played some Jackbox. Me and John still feel bad about it. It makes me wonder, am I the asshole? And while you're at it, is John the asshole?