Destiny was unusually silent when she handed me my phone. As I unlocked my phone, I saw there were no new messages. My experience with girls was minimal, practically nonexistent. Destiny wouldn't hold my hand while she scratched her other arm; she turned her head away, clearly avoiding my gaze.
On the way to the party, she didn't say a word. I racked my brain for reasons why she might be upset with me. But nothing had happened just moments before that could explain her demeanor.
The living room at the party was packed with hastily rearranged furniture, which had become a makeshift stage for spontaneous dance-offs and impromptu karaoke sessions. A stereo in the corner blasted beats that reverberated through the walls, which were covered with posters of rock bands and movie heroes. The air
