You decide to ask what sort of party Caleb is going to. You figure that if ever it is not great, you can go to the one of the frat guys after all as a solution. Caleb says he is fine with it and you both head to that mysterious party. Caleb explains that a girl from one of his class handed him the invitation and apparently it's very exclusive. However, he was allowed to bring a a friend of his own if he desired to do so. You feel flattered but at the same time you are intrigued by what sort of party it might be. Even Caleb does not know. The costumes would be provided there. You shrug to hide your intense curiosity. Hopefully it won't be geeky or filled with dweebs. After all, you're one of the cool girls, the one guys love to hang out with. If it's filled with girly girls or idiots who gossip in stead of drinking beer and eating pizzas, you'll get out fast. The first simpering moron who asks to paint your toes gets a punch from you. You're hot and you're a cool girl and you know it. Of course, you don't realize how common your attitude is and how unimpressive at all you thoughts are. You try to keep to this "cool girl" and "pick-me-up girl" image as much as possible, so you tell Caleb that if it's full of nerds or girly girls, you're out. Caleb just nods, without saying anything.
When you arrive at the address, you see the house is very big and most tellingly, you can hear voices and music, if less noisy than in a frat party and very much so. You refrain from sighing. If it's a fancy party full of stuck-up bitches, you're out too. You're cool enough top attend real parties with plenty of beer and pranks, after all. Being there could damage your reputation for good. But Caleb already rings the doorbell and the door opens. You don't know it yet but your reputation and obsession with being cool is about to become the last of your problems or concerns...