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On the way there I get a rundown on what to do. Which is expected when you talk your fake boyfriend (who happens to be a FBI agent) into going to a party with you and your friends.

Honestly I don't want to go. I hate parties. But I told my friends that I would go before senior year was over and this will be the least dangerous party of the year.

Even Jason urged me to go. He knows the family whose house it will be at, and he knows this time of year is when the parties are less crazy and more of a big dance party than a alcohol and drug party.

Either way, I'm being briefed on the 'party mission' in Blake's car as we head to the party.

"Parties are very public, so I wouldn't worry too much about anybody trying anything on you, especially with all of your friends surrounding you. But make sure you are always by me or a bunch of your friends. Stay near Darek if we get separated in the place." He says.

"Sounds good. Keep your phone on vibrate and I'll keep mine on, too. If we get really lost, meet near a bathroom." I tell him.

He nods "Have you done this before?" He asks.

"Nope. I don't really want to be doing it in the first place. This really isn't my scene." I tell him.

"Then why'd you agree to it?" He asks.

"I promised my friends by the end of senior year I would go to a party. And the ones before winter break are always the ones that aren't as crazy." I tell him.

"And how do you know that?" He asks.

"People are either on vacation, in different school districts, or busy with sports." I say with a shrug.

He hums in acknowledgement and I just giggle.

"And just so we're clear-"

"I'm not drinking. I hate alcohol and I brought my own water bottle that I will keep with me at all times so I don't get roofied." I cut him off before he can finish.

"Am I starting to get that predictable? Predictable enough for you to finish my sentences?" He asks.

I shake my head "Nah, I'm just basically trained by Jason on staying safe." I tell him.

He chuckles "That doesn't surprise me."

We get to the house and I just roll my eyes. This was a bad idea. I just want to get this over with.

The music is already too loud from the outside and the lights are too much for me to handle.

We walk inside and of course the giant house is already trashed.

Drunk teenagers scatter the floor. Blake has a protective arm glued around my shoulders as we push our way past the dancing slobs.

Nobody is dancing well, especially since half of them are probably intoxicated.

"You've never been to one of these?" Blake asks above the music.

"No." I yell back. "And now I know why I've stayed away all these years" I say with a giggle.

"Well then, what should we do?" He asks.

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