You had moved into a new apartment that you would be staying in while you attended university. You and your (now ex) boyfriend had broken up earlier today. You were planning on crying in your room all night, but your plans were quickly interrupted. Only a few tears in and you could practically feel the ground rumble at how loud the bass was from the music that was being blasted by the party from the house across your apartment street. You tried to ignore it at first, and continue on with your crying session, but it was eventually too annoying to ignore.

Irritated, you decided to go confront the person and ask them to lower the volume. You stepped out to your balcony, but you couldn't really get a clear view of the house. Some trees were covering it, but you could tell there was a lot of people, and a big swimming pool.

You made your way over, and tried knocking on the wooden gate. After a few seconds, some guy opened the door. His hair was white and dripping wet. He didn't have a shirt on. He was wearing some navy blue shorts— besides the fact that it was a bit chilly since it was late, and he had a red solo cup in hand. Before you could say a word, he gave you a cheeky smile and pulled you inside, leading you to the backyard where the massive pool was. You could feel your confidence slowly slipping away as you noticed the huge amount of people. There were girls in bikinis skinny dipping in the pool, guys playing drink ping pong, and people doing a whole bunch of stuff.

The white haired guy didn't seem to notice that you weren't here for the party. He completely ignored how you were not in any swimming or party attire. He kept that oblivious smile on his face. "What's wrong? First time at a college party? Are you a freshman?" He sounded genuinely curious. Was he really that dense?