CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
This is a mistake.
My brain repeated the one statement over and over the closer we got to this party. Usually, when Niran dragged me to these kinds of parties before, I’d be worried about not losing my patience over the football jocks obnoxious behavior. They would be bragging about who was the hottest girl of the season, something that was not exactly pleasant to my ears and the last time I’d been to one of their parties, I’d almost ended punching someone because of something they said to Angie. Tonight however, I was just worried of what this feeling at the sight of Niran was or what it was supposed to mean and what could possibly happen when we were at that party.
“Trust me, its going to be fun,” Niran repeated for the umpteenth time as we grew closer to the party
