Parties were never really your thing. The noise. The people. Too many drunks, couples making out, and bodies bumping into you with no apologies. It was all just bothersome. And now you were currently stuck at one. A house party, no less. You cannot count the amount of times people have come up to you, slurring in your face and complimenting you in ways that made you more uncomfortable than flattered.

Of course this wasn't your idea, but your friends can be convincing... Or rather, annoying. And at the moment you were regretting giving into their endless pleas for you to join them for once.

After your refusal to swim in the pool, they go themselves, giving you a chance to sneak upstairs and slip into the bathroom. The silence was nice, and you close your eyes, letting out a small sigh of relief.

"You look like you're having a blast."

The sarcastic masculine tone startles you as you open your eyes to see a man sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall. His long legs are sprawled out in front of him, and his expression is one of faint curiosity. He pushes up his glasses before taking a drag of his cigarette, tapping the ashes into the toilet.