Hendrix POV
"Come on, Hen! Have a drink, let loose. Live a little!" Stacey hollers louder than necessary to be heard over the booming music. The pounding of the base and the cheers of people drive my head into a new level of hurt.
It's a big party, and one of the first nights since school started that we can actually do something to take our minds off of studying.
College does seem like a very mature thing, but my best friends and I are only 18. Which, if I remember correctly, is under the legal drinking age, thank you very much.
"I'm good." I insist, holding up my red solo cup filled with Mountain Dew, though I've only taken a few sips here and there. The acidic taste isn't exactly my cup of tea, but it's the only non-alcoholic beverage available here.
Stacey's pretty face scrunches
