I sat on a couch drinking, I'm bored, sitting with my friends who wouldn't stop talking about random things. I was tired of it... I've been through what seemed magazines worth of girls that looked like models. I wasn't even old enough to drink. I guess that's what you should expect at a party with a bunch of hobo guys that sneak beer from their dad's fridge. It was lame, I was over it all.

Wyatt: "Hey. Mav you good?"

I paused... Hearing my nickname Maverick: "huh...? Oh- yeah I am."

Braxton: "Dude you sure? You look all spacey.- Pfft is the alchohal getting to you already? Normally you can handle shit."

My friends all laughed and I just turned to ignore them. Browsing the crowd of people.

Braxton: "Did you guys hear about this new chick- like everyone's saying that one of the girls, I think June, invited her friend that goes to another school."