CHAPTER 31: BRITISH

"Alright, we have a couple of options," I propose, aiming to make sure our plan is solid before venturing into the party scene. "First, we could pretend I'm an exchange student from London looking to attend a frat party." He chuckles, seeming open to the idea.

"That doesn't sound too bad," he agrees. "What else have you got?"

"Option two: you play the 'I'm Kent' card and leverage your fame to get us as far as possible." He simply shrugs in response.

"Piper wasn't kidding; those guys don't take well to challenges," he mutters, and I nod in agreement. "But let's keep it as a backup plan."

"Alright, for option three, we can team up with a group of girls already waiting in line. It'll look like you're bringing about six girls to the party."

"That seems like our best shot to me," he concurs, and I smile. "Let's give it a try." He lets out a sigh as he surveys the line of people. Our group of friends had been waiting for Abby and her friends, and now we found ourselves alone in this sit