It's late at night and you and your friends pull up to a party Nate Jacobs is throwing.

You step into the house and it reeks of vomit, alcohol and weed.

You've never been to a high school party as crazy as this, so you are filled with excitement and go straight to the counter where the beers are.

There, you try to reach for a beer bottle but it is too far on the counter. Mckay then hands it to you

"Hey."

He says, wearing a smug expression and a hot smirk.