The next few days go by with far less Caleb drama. When I see him at class, I consider confronting him over that stunt he pulled with Dominic, but decide to let it go. He's been walking around campus with a blond girl, so maybe he found someone to date.
Friday night, Dominic and I go to the party. We get there around 9 and the house is already packed with people. It's an old house with cracked plaster, and it smells like a mix of beer, sweat and cologne. As we walked through the living room, the drunk people kept bumping into me and a guy almost spilled his drink on my shirt. Now I remember why I don't like parties.
"You okay?" Dominic says in my ear as the music blares around us. "Because if you're not, we'll leave right now."
"I'm okay," I tell him, taking his hand.
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