We are back to sitting in a circle again. The music is blaring from the speakers and the house is reeking of alcohol. Boys and girls are on a make-shift dance floor dancing their bodies out. Grinding them against each other. There is a group seated in a certain corner taking weed and laughing their hearts out. That’s what weed does to people? The place is a whole mess.
Everyone in the circle is talking excitedly apart from me. Of course I know why. They are intoxicated and I’m so sober. That’s the problem of being the only sober person in a group of drunkards. My eyes meet Matt’s eyes and they are already blood shot. He winks and makes me blush despite how intoxicated he is. He is supposed to drive us to his room but I can’t allow him to drive when drunk. We will get a ticket for that.
