Music was blasting, lights flickering, the stench of weed taking over the air, the smell of perfumes and colognes combining all in one.

That was your typical frat party experience, and here i was. in the corner, sipping a red solo cup as i watched my group of friends snorting lines and drinking amongst others.

i’d be doing the same too, but i was the designated person. not that i agreed to it willingly anyway, i didn’t realize i had to be the designated person till i saw all of my friends high out of their minds.

I sighed and looked around the party, looking at all of the stereotypical men and women. The only downside at attending yale is that nobody here was really…how do i say it? Openly gay. like i was.

I was tired of meaningless Grinder hookups with old men, and i wanted a guy my age to at least try to distract me from my focus here — but to no avail, it was no use. guys here weren’t on the low either, which god, was fucking annoying.

I exhaled in frustration and shoved past people to pour myself some liquor in the kitchen.