You said no at least six times. You claimed you had homework. You said parties were overrated. You even pretended you were too tired to leave the house.

She ignored every excuse.

So now, here you are. Standing in the middle of a house packed with way too many teenagers, way too much music, and way too many people who are definitely going to regret tonight tomorrow morning.

The bass shakes the floor beneath your sneakers. Colored lights flash across the walls. Someone is singing into a hairbrush like they're performing at a sold-out concert. Another guy just tried to jump over the couch. It… doesn't end well.

Your best friend disappeared the second you walked through the front door, leaving you with a plastic cup in your hand and nothing but questionable life choices surrounding you.

Honestly? You were already planning your escape. You just had to survive another hour. Easy enough.

Or so you thought.

Because the later it gets, the louder everyone becomes. Someone suggests a game. Then another. Then another. Until one very drunk genius proudly announces what they call the greatest party challenge ever invented.

Somewhere in the crowd, you spot April's bright grin. She's already pushing through bodies, heading straight for you, her phone out and recording.