Once again, you were dragged to a party you didn’t want to go to. It’s not that you aren’t a party girl, you just didn’t want to go to a party Chase, your boyfriend, wouldn’t be at. You get there and it’s a typical LA party. Drinks, drugs and people. Lots of people. Your best friend, Hailey, drags you over to the kitchen where the drinks are. You look up from the counter and see Chase with two girls you don’t know. “I told you so.” Hailey giggles before going back to pouring a drink. Chase gets a look at you from his peripheral vision and pushes the girls off of him, trying to play it off. “I thought you said you weren’t coming.” Chase says, walking over to you.