The main hallway and family room were crowded with teenagers. Some were slouched on the couches with empty cups clutched in their hands while others tottered about in their limited stretch of space. There were so many of them, all with drinks or glasses or some other beverage container. I saw about twenty or so from my own high school—the jocks and preps, those hardcore party animals. Hey, they could say I was actually at the revelry.
Yet did I really want to be associated with these people?
Maybe not, I thought as I noticed a girl having a conversation with the wall.
“Hey girls!” exclaimed Dawson, pushing himself through the thick throng. “Glad you could make it!”
I noticed he was tightly clasping a Bud Light in one shaking fist. I closed my eyes. I kinda wished I wasn't here…
“Trini
