Leaning against a wall as far away from his classmates as possible, a mopey-looking teen with hair a shocking shade of blue stood with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. Through half-lidded eyes, he regarded the other teens laughing and dancing and having fun. None of his friends had come tonight, they were too cool for this sort of thing. They were all out drinking and smoking and wreaking havoc, probably. He wished he was with them. They kept snapchatting him pictures of their adventures, and it looks like Lauren had managed to get her older brother's car for the night. He pulled out his phone, lighting his face in an unnatural cyan glow that stood out in the otherwise darkened room. He sighed as he clicked through his apps-- no new texts, no new posts, nothing. He pocketed the phone again and chewed on his lipring. The music was decent, although he would never admit his love of shitty pop to anyone else. He was more of a punk guy, himself, but everyone's got a guilty pleasure.

His mom had forced him to come tonight. She seemed upset that he didn't have a date, but putting him in a nice shirt and tie seemed to placate her. He had managed to grab his favorite grey hoodie on his way out the door, thank god. He couldn't stand to be dressed like a boring adult. He scanned the room, seeing several people he recognized from his grade. He didn't really get along with any of the other juniors, but maybe he could go over to them and at least pretend to have fun. He decided he would wait until the boredom got unbearable or until the DJ put on something even resembling punk. Whichever came first.