She sat on the farthest corner of a couch where she was reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, not minding the people around her who were partying. She mastered that art, a long time ago. The art of focus, where she could focus all of her attention to the book she's reading and not get distracted.

Gwendolyn, mostly known as Gwen, doesn't usually read Classics but she wanted to know why James Herondale's , a character from The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare , favorite book is the Great Expectations.

She was mesmerized with how Charles Dickens wrote the book. Fascinated with its words. Her heart was beating fast, cannot wait to know what happens next

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, agai –

All of a sudden, someone brought her back to reality with a touch on her shoulder.

She was startled so she said "What?" reflexively and confusedly.

"I need that seat, move nerd!" A female with a brunette hair said in a harsh tone, who wasn't wearing any decent clothes. Not decent because her skirt was barely covering her legs and her top was barely covering her torso.

Offended and hurt, she memorized which page she was on and closed the book. She abruptly stood up and left her spot.

After fifteen minutes of a quest to find a perfect spot to read in the party, she was ready to leave the house. When she checked her watch, it wasn't still time. She cannot leave the party before 11:45 P. M., since it's only 10:58, she was stuck with one option left. To continue her conquest.

Before she started to look for the perfect spot, she pulled out a small notebook and a pen. While she was looking, she writes:

Upstairs: No one is allowed to enter.

In the kitchen: Drinks and foods are all over the place.

In the dining room: People are playing beer pong.

In the living room where I was kicked out: No space for me at all.

In the bathroom: Two dudes and a couple are making out.

Front yard: A lot of gross people. Uck.

Pool house: I'm not a VIP.

Backyard: Again, a lot o–

She was about to write what she wrote in Front yard, but then she found it. Her quest was finally over. She ran towards the gazebo and whilst thinking, Man! The kid who owns this place must be a billionaire.

When she reached her destination, she didn't notice at all about the sign that was attached on the entry point of the gazebo saying that the place is a booth.

A kissing booth to be exact.