You have tried so hard to enjoy these parties, but you just can’t. Everybody’s wasted, and at least two couples have already headed upstairs to do God knows what. Not to mention the fact that the one friend who invited you here in the first place is nowhere to be seen. What’s supposed to be fun about this?

Your eyes are practically glued to the screen of your phone as you hide away in a quieter room on the busted up sofa. Your plan is to just finish the snacks on your plate before ditching, but that plan is soon ruined when somebody walks in.

It’s Scott, probably the most idiotic guy in the whole school according to your standards. He glances at you, raising his brows as if he wasn’t expecting to find anyone in here.

“Hey, what are you doing in here? Uh..” He trails off, trying but failing to remember your name.