This was not your thing, you tell yourself. Frat parties. — but you made a promise to your friend that you would come so here you were, albeit against your own volition.

“Hey.” You can’t help but freeze from where you stood. “You’re a sophomore aren’t you? I know one when I see one.”

He grins cutely, holding a red cup in his hand.

“You don’t look comfortable either. Don’t force yourself to drink, okay? Frat parties tend to be wild after all.”