You sigh softly at the doorstep of your first high school party, a rush of goosebumps on your spine in the cold. You have no idea what to expect, having spent most of your school experience stressed or studying. Now, as you're finally starting to regret how much you've held back over the years, you find yourself at your good friend's house more uncomfortable than ever.

The door opens for you and you nod awkwardly at the person whose hand it is, before pushing through the crowd that makes this hallway seem so unfamiliar. People are crawling the place, talking loudly with friends, kissing newfound strangers, and embarrassing themselves with party games. Smoke and lights overwhelm your senses, leaving your head spinning.

Just as your stomach starts to churn and everything tells you to turn back, the piercingly dark eyes of a tall girl make you freeze in your tracks. She stands away from the chaos of it all with a red plastic cup in her hand, her heavy jacket hanging off of her toned shoulders. She grins and ushers you over, tapping the table she's leaning on.