Outside on the patio table, the umbrella has been removed, and there is a very intense game of beer pong happening. And if my eyes don’t deceive me, at the center of it all, Alex is surrounded by half the baseball team as they cheer him on. “I’m going to kick so much beer-pong ass in college!” he shouts.

In the deep end of the pool, a few guys are competing to see who can land the biggest cannonball while two girls sit on the edge, giving scores on a scale of one to a million. And in the shallow end, the cannonball waves lap over Callie and Mitch while they make out partially clothed. Like me, Mitch has a flabby chest that is clearly visible through his T-shirt, but that’s definitely not stopping him now.

“Get a room!” someone shouts.

Tucker and I settle onto a set of lounge chairs in a darker corner of the yard, where a small cluster of people are passing a joint. It’s shocking to me that this whole side of high school has existed right under my nose. What else have I missed out on? I feel like I’ve only been with these people while we’re under adult supervision, but something about being at this party levels the playing field, so it’s almost not even a shock to see Alex reign over a whole bunch of jocks and Mitch getting it on with one of the hottest girls in school.

“You want a drink?” Tucker asks. “I’m going to grab a soda. You can drink around me, by the way. I just . . . don’t. Save my seat?”

“Yeah, sure. I guess I’ll take a beer.”

The moment he’s gone, Clem comes out of absolutely nowhere. “Um, hi,” she says, her breath warm and boozy. “What aren’t you telling me? Did something change on the way home last night?”

I cover my face with my hands. “Nothing.” I shake my head. “Everything, but really nothing. But go, go, go before he comes back.”

Hannah tugs at her hand. “Don’t ruin your brother’s game. Come on.”

Clementine pouts. “Fine, but I want details later.”

“Details later,” I promise. “Go, go, go.”

“Okay, but first.” She holds my head and presses our foreheads together. “You’re a badass. You’re perfect. You’re a work of art. You’re fierce. You’re probably Mom’s favorite. I’m a little bit drunk. And there’s oregano in your teeth.” She boops me on the nose with the end of her braid and disappears into a crowd of people.

“Shit,” I mutter and rub my thumb over my teeth, hoping that does the trick.

When Tucker returns, he hands me a red cup and stretches out beside me.