"Whose house is it?" I heard Sebastian ask over the loud music and the over congested building "Mitch" I said as plainly as I could. I hated anything that had to do with that creep. I grabbed a red solo cup. I know I should not drink at this party since I had no idea what was in the drink but the mere thought of Mitch and Becca was enough reason to grab a cup.
"I thought you hated him?" he questioned. Of course I hated him and everyone that attended Princeton and 99.9 percent of the world's population.
