It had been seven years since I stood in this spot. Parties weren't my thing. Frat parties really weren't my thing. To this day I was grateful that I went to that particular party though, because that's where I met Stacy.
As I walked through the doors, the smell of beer and sweat assaulted my nostrils.
"Don't be mad that she ditched you for a frat party, even though she knows you hate them. Don't get pissed that she's now wasted. Her sister's missing. Just be nice," I chanted to myself, as I forced my way through the crowd of underage drinkers. "f**k this place is loud," I said, venting my frustration into the night.
I really thought I got through to her. That I calmed her down. Obviously that wasn't the case, or we wouldn't be here. What if Frankie doesn't find Jenny? What if Stacy end
