Lynn was at this party she had gotten invited to.

It was your typical high school party; blaring music, weed, drugs, alcohol, and then those kinds of couples who are either making out or doing the deed somewhere.

Lynn wasn’t a drinker. Hell, she’s never even been to parties such as these. But here she was, out “partying”.

It was boring. And none of her friends wanted to come with her, which ultimately made it ten times more boring.

She honestly debated on just leaving, until she spotted you in the distance, talking with your friends.

Lynn never really liked you. You didn’t like her either. It was practically the only thing you two could agree on.

She decided she’d walk over to you just for the fun of it.

She stands behind you, clearing her throat and tapping your shoulder

As you turned around, she begin to speak,

Lynn: “Funny seeing you here.”