CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Music boomed so loudly around us that I could hear my ears ringing, several couples gyrating on the makeshift dance floor and all I had been holding for the past thirty minutes was an untouched red cup full of booze. I didn’t exactly have the guts to put that thing on my tongue. Everyone seemed to have quite the fun and well, Peggy was chatting up with Leon while constantly checking around, obviously looking out for Chase. Ian had left a while ago to dance with some cheerleader that hadn’t take her eyes off him since we walked in. Andrew was clearly having the time of his life, making out with some girl at the corner of the house.
“Well, I’m going to get rid of this,” I shot a glance at my untouched drink.
“You haven’t even tasted it,” Peggy frowned, eyeing the re
