KATY’S POV
I shouldn’t have come to this party. That thought hits me the second Braydon pulls into the front lawn of the Sigma frat house.
The bass from inside rattles through the car, even with the windows rolled down, and the front yard is a mess of red cups, smoke clouds, and people yelling like their vocal cords are invincible.
Seriously, does nobody care about their lungs anymore?
“You look disgusted,” Braydon says, glancing over with that smirk he always wears when he’s amused by me.
He’s not wrong. I already hate this scene, and it’s hard to imagine how anyone considers this chaos a good time.
“This is going to be a long night,” I mutter, pushing open the door. The fall air in Boston nips at my bare skin, goosebumps rising instantly as I tug my skirt down.
The moment I step o
