Thank fucking God for the people who invented concrete walls. It’s loud as hell at this party — I should have never came. Honestly, the hype is ridiculous. High school parties are overrated. The bathroom will be my only sanctity.

I shove open the door to the bathroom to go piss, but there’s someone already standing at the sink, wiping valiantly at their red eyes.

“Oh— Uh… I’m sorry…” I say, glancing around. I’m not sure what to do now. “Are you… okay?”