Bryson's POV
I arrive at the party late because Rowan took forever getting ready. She changed outfits three times before finally settling on ripped jeans and a crop top.
"You look fine in everything," I told her after the second change.
"Fine isn't good enough for a party," she said, already pulling out option three.
By the time we actually leave, the party's been going for over an hour. We walk in together, the music immediately hitting us, it's f*****g loud, the bass literally vibrates through the floor. Lights flash in different colors, making everything feel surreal and disorienting.
The place is packed with people, mostly from the campus. I recognize hockey players, some cheerleaders, and random students I've seen around.
I spot Julian almost immediately, like my e
