MADISON
That sense of high school nervousness and anxiety I thought I'd left behind in New York came flooding back as I gazed at the bustling frat building across the street.
"I don't know..." I began, my doubts taking over.
"Come on, it's just a party. You'll meet new people, dance, grab a drink, and hopefully have a good time. That's what it's all about."
As I fixated on his endearing lips, memories from high school played in my mind. I still vividly remembered Kesha Remington; she used to be the bane of my existence. She fit the stereotypical image perfectly: blonde, tall, flawless legs, long eyelashes—the epitome of a cruel high school senior. But even she couldn't escape the perils of teenage parties.
After what happened to the queen bee at a football team party in our senior yea
