~Soren~
I don't want to go to that party.
Let me just say that again for those still not hearing me: I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go.
But Indie has this superpower where she can guilt-trip you into committing to anything, and Jazz backs her up like they’re a tag-team of peer pressure.
"You’ve been moping all week," Indie says over lunch.
"I haven’t been moping."
"You literally sigh fourteen times during Communications class," Jazz adds. "I counted."
"That’s breathing."
“That’s called depression,” said Indie with a shake of her head. “And the cure is a party. There’s one tonight at Megan’s place. We’re going.”
“I’m not—”
“We’re going,” Jazz repeats, and that’s that.
So here I am. In Megan-whoever-she is’s apartment that’s crowded with college students, red solo cups, and awful music t
