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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