Ivy’s POV

If I had known how the night would end, I would’ve stayed home in my pajamas, binge-watching bad reality TV and eating Nutella from the jar.

But no. Instead, I let myself get dragged to some high school reunion house party hosted by my best friend Maddie—complete with too much alcohol, too many hormones, and, apparently, no boundaries.

“Come on, Ivy, lighten up. It’s just a party,” Maddie sang as she handed me a red solo cup filled with something that tasted like ...