I have absolutely, positively no idea how this happened, but apparently my party was epic. Unbelievable. Insane. “One for the ages”, Damion told me.

And I wasn’t even there for most of it.

As soon as we ran out of drinks, everyone bailed and headed to this karaoke bar around the corner… And they won’t let you in if you’re under eighteen. Just my luck, right?

Charlie totally saved me by making up some BS excuse about me having to drive her and Ben back home. And everyone bought it (thank God). I threw a bunch of cash at Remi and told him to buy everyone a round on me…

And apparently it worked. According to him and River, everyone was so damn drunk and having such a good time, no one noticed I never came back. They all just assumed I was off in the crowd somewhere getting hammered.

I’d probably die if they knew that I actually spent the rest of the night cleaning up my apartment and playing board games with Charlie and Ben.

Anyway, the point is… Everyone freaking loved it. And somehow, they’re giving me all the credit!

I think the best part is Victoria… She’s been texting me a lot ever since the party. Lots of stuff about cooking and school and stuff… But cute little smiley faces and funny little jokes too. Could it mean what I think it means?! I mean, could a girl like her actually…?

I know, I know. I’m getting way ahead of myself. But seriously. I can’t believe Victoria’s talking to me! She’s so out of my league, but I don’t even care.

And she’s not the only one talking to me now. I was used to Remi and River’s friends being pretty cool to me and stuff… But now, I’m getting messages from people who I barely even know! People who weren’t even at the party! I have no idea how these people got my number, but my phone’s been blowing up lately.

I guess have this crazy reputation as some kind of ‘party guy’ or something now. It’s been less than a week and I’ve already been invited to like five different parties. Ha! I’ve even had to say no to a couple of invites! (Gotta work sometime, right?)

And speaking of work, that’s been going pretty awesome too, actually! I mean, the restaurant’s still okay I guess. But I’m talking about working for Eun. I almost can’t believe how much cash I’m making doing something so simple, y’know?

I mean, I get that there’s some shady stuff involved. I’m not a complete idiot. I know that whatever’s in those tiny little pouches and envelopes can’t be good… But whatever it is, I never wanna find out. I’ve never asked Eun, and he’s never told me… And I hope it stays that way. For now, I don’t ask questions and he drops a hundred euros in my mailbox at the end of every week.

This whole thing is just… surreal, I guess. My life’s changed so much ever since I left home. And it’s really cool and fun and awesome, but…

I guess it’s kind of exhausting too. Overwhelming, I guess? It’s so much fun. But I guess I don’t really feel like… me anymore.

And I still haven’t decided whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.