Mila’s POV
I could hear the party long before I arrived at the Bennet house. I recognized the Bennet house by the decoration. When I approached the front door, the walls were thumping from the loud music inside and the girls were screaming from the backyard pool. A guy yelled, followed by a loud splash. I smiled, as I pressed the doorbell.
It was a roaring party. I was nearly deaf by the end of the first hour. The combination of alcohol and the noise had me drunk and aching by the end of each second. I sat on the couch, nodding, on the brink of sleep despite the pounding thump of the large speakers. The pound seemed to match the pain in my head. I wanted to go home, I wanted sleep, but I was too drunk to find my way to the bus stop and stay awake long enough to get home. I knew I was in
