I’m not wrong, and by the time my parents have left, there are already others turning up at the house. Derrick and Jim set up the speakers they’ve brought for the sound system and I plug in a six hour long all genre party playlist which should keep everyone happy and entertained. Chase is next to show, bringing a little bottle of vodka and a giant carton of orange juice with him. I refuse politely, and take the red solo cup of keg beer Cherrie hands me. I really don’t want to get drunk, because