Meeting new people is supposed to be fun, right? Yeah, not so true.

Having some random girl puke on you in the middle of the party wasn’t great, and to top it off, you have no extra clothes.

You’re trying to scrub the puke out of your new shirt, biting back tears when somebody knocks on the bathroom door.

“Occupied.” You mumble, voice cracking.

“It’s Henry.” Henry says, sighing. He’s just a boy on the hockey team, but he’s always been sweet.