Never have I ever seen this many people packed under one roof. Scared of being washed up in the crowd, I snuggle into Matt’s side and he holds me tightly as we walk through the throng of people. “Wanna drink?” he shouts in my ear after talking to one of the football players. “Yes, please!” I shout back. If I’m expected to stay sane with this many annoying drunk people around me, I’m going to have to be drunk myself. “There you are,” Summer comes up beside me, pulling me to the side of the kitchen. “I’ll be right back, Babe,” Matt says before releasing my arm and heading towards the garage. “Where have you guys been? You’ve been MIA forever!” My cheeks warm, thinking about the answer to that question, and before I can answer with a blatant lie, Summer says, “Oh, you dirty girl!” Not denying or confirming it, I just laugh at her comment.
