“Cheers, please!” Polly says as she pushes our hands to raise our cups up and we clink our cups against one another’s.
“To senior f*****g high!” She says loudly that others around her also heard, prompting them to raise up their cups and down their drinks.
My god, this alcohol was strong, but I didn’t mind. Hell, I was at a party with my friends, having fun, and I just took a group shot. There were a ton of firsts for me and I was sure more was to come as the night was still young.
The girls and I moved to one of the couches that wasn’t filled with people making out yet–which was rare–and made ourselves comfortable. Polly took out two bags of chips and giggled in triumph. I have no idea where and when she had time to get that, but I’m not complaining.
“It’s a bummer Ariana couldn’
