Andrew never went to his fall fling, or homecoming, or prom, or any shit like that. Every once and a while you could spot him behind the bleachers during a football game, smoking or drinking with some friends. Occasionally selling weed, if he needed the cash. Actually going was a whole different ballgame, and one he definitely felt a little too old for.

He's gonna be the creepy older asshole hanging around young highschool girls.

Fuck it, he doesn't actually care what anyone things. Anyone but her, that is, and he's not big on disappointing people he gives a shit about. So he shakes his head. "Nah, I'm going. Somebody's gotta spike the punch, right?"