Malakai wasn't kidding. Wasn't exaggerating whatsoever. Levi's house was so packed it was hard to walk around. The music was blaring from the huge speakers he had set up all around the house. It would change back and forth from techno to dubstep and then rock to rap. People were jumping up and down singing along to the music and laughing with and at each other. I had never been to a party like this in my whole entire life.
Malakai kept me glued to his side with a vice like grip around the crease of my arm. We walked around talking to different people.
When we first got there I grabbed a glass of champagne Holden had poured Malakai and I when we all toasted our glasses. We being myself and everyone in Phoenix. It was the way they started every party I was told. And then I had a beer. It
