THIRD PERSON’S POV
Music swelled over the DJ’s amplified voice, the throb of every bass racking the distant memory of every party that Nathan was ever invited in that no doubt brought him some kind of trouble. Somehow, in his full eighteen years of living, this was the first time that the sight of glittery drapes, balloons, and strobe lights gave him bad flashbacks.
It was almost as if he was fully anticipating for the World War III to happen right inside the four corners of their school’s gymnasium. But then again, he could be wrong.
He wove around the dancing crowd to grab two glasses of the fruit punch that Alastair has been eyeing ever since they came in. Lights twinkled and the basketball court that’s usually decorated with sports banners and discarded plastic cups was now filled w
