Flashing lights, thumping music, and tons of alcohol. That was what I was confronted with when I asked Becca for her help. The mass amounts of gyrating bodies that flooded the apartment were unimaginable, and though I hated everyone being in here…I acted like I was enjoying myself. The last thing I needed was for someone to see that I was playing games, especially when I was trying to make a point towards Nash.

Lingering against the far wall of the living room closest to ...