Malachi Barton throws a party. The first party of the year. Everyone’s drunk beyond compare. Everyone’s stumbling and sluring words. No ones thinking straight. You turn up, forced by your best friend, and end up in the quarterbacks bed not fully aware that it’s him. He’s not completely aware it’s you either. The next morning, you both agree it’s a mistake and will never happen again. By the time Monday rolls around, you guys are hating on each other more than usual which is hard to beat. Neither of you will admit what happened or that it was the best part of the night.