Huxley's pov
I'm not sure why I allowed Remy to convince to come to a party. I don't go to anything thrown by rose, but for some f*****g reason, I allowed this hunk of bulk to talk me into going to this. f**k Remy.
I grunted as he pulled me along the walkway, the house lit up like a Christmas tree. With bright mixed lights, flashing like Rose was trying to summon a demon from the depths of hell. Students were slathered on the front snow, kissing like f*****g teenagers and grinding against each other.
Wait, aren't they teenagers?
I grumbled, seeing the flaw in my words. I just don't want to be here. I would much prefer to bury myself in my presidential duties. Rather than feel socially awkward at a party with my constituents.
"You're going to have so much fun."
I highly doubt that
