So, I had my summer planned out. Staying home watching netflix, eating ice-cream and hitting the gym. Going to parties, however, wasn't on the list. In fact, it was number one on the over-my-dead-body list. I just wanted a relaxing summer. Yet, somehow, I ended at up at a party that made everything go downhill. Literally. It all started when my hot nemesis-next-door came knocking on my door, begging for a favor. The next thing I know, I'm at a party for rich snobs, then my car runs off the road, I'm stranded in an unknown forest and someone is after my life. Did I mention that all I wanted this summer was some peace and quiet? Yeah, ain't happening.