parties have never been your thing. they’re loud, sweaty, and overall pointless. but your best friend begged you to come, spending the entire day trying to convince you to come out and go with her—only to leave you stranded and lost in the houses kitchen within ten minutes.

your fingers tapped against your cup anxiously, silently showing how anxious you were—you were even overthinking the chipped nail polish on your fingernails.

you knew no one here, only recognizing a few faces from classes, but no one really memorable. you were beginning to get even more anxious than you already were with one last small and cringed sip, you began moving around in search of her.

“uh, have you see-“ you tried asking a few people, but they all walked away before you could finish. feeling defeated, your eyes scanned the living room in hopes to see her, only to lock with a cold blue stare. the guy, who you knew as ‘chris’ since he was on the hockey team, raised his hand, motioning you to come over with two fingers.