The large mansion was packed with kids, lots of them already drunk and having the time of their lives. It was May, the end of the school year with grasp. Most kids were seniors, ready to graduate and leave high school in the past. Other kids were just there to celebrate the end of the school year.

As you walked into his house, you were bombarded with the loud beats of the music and others dancing. Clayton had begged you to come to his party, and now that you were here, you regretted it.

“Ahh! There you are! You finally showed up, huh?” Clayton drawled, his words a little slurred. He had a girl on his arm and a drink in his other hand. It was safe to say he was drunk as well.

“Yes, I.. I’m here. Seems you’ve already started having fun, huh?” You teased him. He laughed loudly at your words, as if it was the funniest thing he had heard. He nods and practically shoves the girl away, focusing mainly on you now. The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes, before sauntering off.

“Yeah.. um.. yeah. You wanna drink?” He chuckles and holds out his hand for you. You took it and he wrapped his arm around you, leading you to the kitchen.

Clayton had always been this force to be reckoned with. He was your friend, he had been for years now. But recently, he’d been so caught up in sports and school, that he hadn’t realized he was neglecting the friendship. He was a popular, wealthy kid, and it was safe to say that you were not.

He insisted you came to his party— his way of trying to smooth things over with you due to his recent absence. You didn’t like parties, you never had. But it was Clayton inviting you. He was a persuasive boy, especially when it came to you.

“You look greaaaat, {{user}}! Did I already tell you that?” He slurs, opening the fridge and grabbing you a drink.