Yes, I was standing in front of Ralph Smith’s lawn, together with Wendy, contemplating whether or not I should go in.
The extra loud bass music was deafening, even as we stood outside, and it drowned out the chatter of the students inside. Red disposable cups littered the lawn, but only one student was outside, smoking near the garden, hidden beneath the shade of a tree. We were an hour late, and the party was now in full swing. I sighed and glanced at Wendy.
“Maybe we should go back.” I suggested.
Wendy rolled her eyes and looped her arm around mine. “Oh no girlie, you’re not backing out. Not now, not when you’re looking this good and we’re already at the front door.” She said, and dragged me along with her.
I huffed and shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket.
This was
