I wave goodbye to my mom and dad as they back out of the driveway and disappear down the street in their car. I turn around and go back into the house, watching as Jackson emerges from the hallway and throws streamers around. I laugh as he twirls and tosses the colored confetti above his head. They float to the ground and he approaches me with a wild, enthusiastic grin on his face. He looks like if trouble was a person.

“Are you so freaking ready for this?” He hoots, pumping his fist.

“Oh, totally. So ready.” I say dryly with a stale laugh.

I make my way toward the kitchen and Jackson follows hot on my heels. We set up a few snacks and Jackson nonchalantly tosses some boxes of condoms on the counter top. I gawk at him in disbelief as he tries to arrange them a certain way.

“Don’t put them on the counter!! Pass them out to people or something.” I exclaim as I open my arms.

“Do you want people making a baby in your bed?” He asks blatantly, folding his arms.

I shake my head as he grins, “Exactly. Now, let me see…”

He takes off toward the front door and reappears moments later with three guys and a massive keg. My eyes widen and my jaw practically hits the floor. A blonde guy with green eyes says that they have two more to bring in, so I help them move the kegs into the backyard. We set up a safe distance from the pool. After all, we don’t want any drunken people getting pushed into the water and drowning while trying to do a keg stand or something. The guys leave afterward and Jackson and I begin to set up. A few more friends arrive to help finish up the job and once we’re all done, we flop onto the couch and make conversation. We hang around for an hour until Dahyun jumps off of the couch and starts up the music.

In practically no time at all, my house is completely filled with teenagers. Picture frames shake against the wall as the bass of every song vibrates throughout the house. Like any good host, I make my rounds and visit with people that I recognize. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. I feel a little overwhelmed, like I haven’t had any time to enjoy myself, so I head out to the backyard for some fresh air. This was my first mistake of the night. Almost as soon as I set foot on the back patio, I’m being lifted into the air by a horde of guys. They place a cardboard crown on my head and take me over to the first keg. I laugh and try to get down, but they set me down right in front. A large crowd forms around us and begins chanting, egging me on to do a keg stand. The guys who put me above their heads lift me up again, this time chanting along.

“Keg stand! Keg stand! Keg stand!” They shout.

I want to resist, but I know that there’s no point. Ton