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[color=73c2fb][i]What the hell am I doing here?[/i][/color]

Alina wasn't the party type. She was the solitary type. At least, she was the keep things to a close group of friends sort of person. So what was she doing at the home of Christian Barker with triple-digit numbers of people milling around and enough booze to drown an army?

Maybe this week was tougher than she thought. Granted adjusting to everything was never going to be easy, but it seemed to be so much easier for Niki. Even if they didn't really want to talk about what happened on the first day of school. And Cas? Cas had his own plans. He seemed determined to enact them.

So where did that leave her?

Maybe that's why DeShawn's text made so much sense. Even if Christian knew her well enough to know how she felt about parties, Dee didn't know that. So when the football player sent that text, asking if she knew about the bash and that she was welcome to come along with him vouching for her, is that why she was willing to accept it so easily?

She didn't know. There were still no answers.

So here she was, grabbing a beer off the table, standing in back amidst a random mishmash of Liberty and Rosefell students, trying to figure out what she wanted to do. Again, she didn't know.

Maybe the bottom of the bottle will know.

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