・Abigale's POV・
We walk through the doors and butterflies fill my stomach; not only because Alex's hand is interlaced with mine, but also because there are so many people here.
The foyer is filled with people either talking together with red solo cups in their hands or drunken pairs getting it on against the walls. Disgusting, to say the least. Alex gently guides me through the groupings into the kitchen were not too many people stand, just a few of his friends including, of course, Caleb the host.
"Hey," Alex greets them almost immediately, getting nods in return. We walk to the island where the majority of them stand, their eyes glancing at our intertwined hands.
"Why aren't there that many people in here? Isn't this where the alcohol is?" I ask more allowed than to anyone in particu
