ROCHELLE
The end of year party was being held in an old garage.
The entire place had been converted into some sort of disco club, with neon lights flashing from every corner. The music was so loud I could feel it vibrating through the heels of my Jimmy Choo platform shoes. The air was thick with the smell of cheap liquor, cigarettes and sweat. The entire place was jam-packed with overexcited college kids who were desperate to forget about their grades for just one chaotic night. I was also here for that same reason—to relieve all the academic pressure I'd immersed myself in.
After a week of finals, my brain was totally fried. I didn't want to be a student anymore; I just wanted to be an average girl at an average party.
I pushed my way through the crowd to centre of the room where ev
