Sophia:
When Logan and his girlfriend Jennifer walked away snickering, leaving me in the brumble alone, I walked out of the woods and into an explosion of smoke, s.e.x, and alcohol.
I hurried to a table with prefilled solo cups, snacks, and coolers full of ice and bottles, thinking if I just stood there, I could pretend I fit in, pretend I was an ordinary girl my age.
"Here, take one of these if you're going to drink, but don't tell Logan I gave you one." Wit's familiar voice came from behind me. His beautiful smile was like a drink of fine wine on its own.
"Why one of these? Are those roofied?" I snorted.
"God, no. They're strong mixes. You'd be sick after your first." He mocked me. He was probably right, though. I had barely had more than a glass of wine with dinner.
"Wanna danc
