I try to get downstairs as quickly as I can, hoping that I won’t meet anyone in the middle floors. It wouldn’t be the best thing to get caught with five bottles of alcohol in my hands right now … Actually, that wouldn’t be good in any given scenario.
I have to remind myself that my so-called protector is gone at the moment. And I’m not sure if I ever want him to blackmail someone into not punishing me. I’d rather get thrown out of the Seminary than turn to him for help.
Pushing the thought of him away, I decide that I’ll rather focus on this party. It’ll help me get my mind off everything. It’s what I need right now. And I’m going to go wild, if I want to. I don’t care, it’s not like my friends will judge me. I’ve gotten wasted in front of them many times already.
It’s been so long sinc
