I feel so dumb. I thought he was so different, not the kind of guy who would do this. Look at him there, acting like he hasn’t a care in the world. Oh, he doesn’t. I never should have agreed to come to this stupid party with him anyways. I guess I can just go sit on that couch for now…

Has it really only been a half hour? Could this night go any slower? I’m tired and I want to go home, but he doesn’t care. I wish he would just give me my cell so I could call my dad to come get me. Or better yet give me the keys and let me take him home. But he won’t. He’s having “to much fun to leave now.”

I’ve been here for over a hour now. I think that I’ve done my time right? I can’t go up to him though. He may yell at me again. He doesn’t want to go home yet, and doesn’t care I have a huge test tomorrow… Oh, did I think he was different!

This is it. I’m going home, and I’m taking him with me. He’s completly wasted by now. Three hours is plenty of time. Plus I think he is passed out on the couch. Thank God.