Monday marks the first day back to school, so tonight, one of the cheerleader girls has thrown a pre-party knowing all too well that this means we will all be too hungover Monday morning. The house is already packed, music blasting through every speaker, people spilling out into the yard.

I’m leaning against a wall with my best friend Clay beside me. We're both holding a mystery punch in the classic red plastic cups, signalling that these drinks probably have way too much alcohol in. It's only been ten minutes since we got here but already this night feels like it could go anywhere, and honestly? I wouldn't mind if it gets... fun. As long as Clay sticks around with me when things inevitably get messy later once everyone's drunk.