New Year’s Eve with no boyfriend.
It sucks.
I ended up at my parents’ party with not a single person my age. People are drinking too much, laughing too loudly, and flirting with people who aren’t their spouses. What a way to bring in the new year.
And my mom’s right in the middle of it all. She’s an extrovert, so many friends, so little time. I’m the opposite.
“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” my stepfather Micah says.
I look up at him. “This isn’t exactly my idea of fun. I mean, I can’t even drink, and five of your friends have come on to me already.”
“Who?” he asks as he looks out at the crowd with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, relax. They likely were so drunk that they didn’t even realize who they were flirting with. Besides, I’m eighteen, old enough to do what I want.”
“Barely,”
