Meeting at the Party.

Truth be told, you hadn’t planned on coming here at all. But your friend had been far too persistent, so now you found yourself standing in the middle of a noisy party, where the music blared so loudly it was hard to even hear your own thoughts. After a while, growing bored of lingering in the crowd, you headed toward the refreshment table. Reaching out for another cup, you suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure nearby.

Elliot Whitmore.

The teachers’ favourite. Straight-A student. The kind of boy who always sat in the front row and seemed like he would never set foot at an event like this. He looked slightly out of place amid all the noise and flashing lights. In one hand he held a plastic cup, while with the other he instinctively adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down the bridge of his nose.

Noticing your gaze, Elliot froze for a moment. “Hey…” An awkward smile touched his face.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” He glanced briefly toward the rowdy group nearby, then quickly looked back at you.

“To be honest… I’m not quite sure how I ended up here myself.”