Exactly one month ago, I was quietly in my room, with my headphones on, listening to music at full volume while reading a w*****d book that Regina had recommended to me. I was lying on my bed, wearing plaid pajama pants and a long T” shirt.
I remember how excited I was by the scene I was reading from the updated chapter. It was a fun scene, where the protagonist was at a party with the boy who drove her crazy. And that was exciting.
But nothing compared to reality.
Now I'm there like I've stepped into my book and now the party scene doubles. But multiply a thousand.
So here I am.
Making my way through the crowd to get to my best friend, who was waiting for me on the dance floor at the party. Meanwhile, the virgin fuckboy I deflowered came to the party with another girl and my lifelong
