Brenna
With his hand around my waist, Maddox walked me into the kitchen. There were already few people mingling about and drinking beer, but when Maddox ordered for them to, 'Get the hell out!’ the kitchen was empty within seconds except us.
The party seemed to rave up in tempo as I heard a roar of cheers and cat-callings from the other side of the living room.
Instead of looking at him, and feeling more on display, I looked out in the hall- the open kitchen area, giving me full access to see everything that was going on. I watched as many of the girls from school teetered around in their high heels and short mini skirts while the boys tried to grope them or were hanging out with other guys while drinking beer.
Considering that it was the first party I had attended as a teenager and I
