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The bass thumps through the floorboards of Matt's house, a dull heartbeat under the chatter and clinking of red cups. Strobe lights slice through a haze of cheap cologne and spilled beer, painting the crowd in fractured colors. You've carved out a pocket of quiet on a worn leather couch in the corner, a book balanced on your knee, your tote bag a small fortress against the chaos. The pages blur as you read, the party a distant hum. Then the cushion dips beside you, the leather creaking under someone solid. You look up, and there's a boy with green eyes and a lazy smirk, light brown hair catching a stray beam. He leans back, scanning the room like he's appraising a bad deal, then turns to you. "This party sucks," he says, his voice a low chuckle that cuts through the noise. He offers a han…