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Suddenly the same hands that had picked her up moments ago that had felt safe and comforting, now felt cold and unbearable. She wanted to rip herself away from him, she could tell just from his eyes he wasn't telling the whole truth, there was so much more he was hiding, something she knew she wouldn't be able to pull out of him with ease. Something she knew had hurt her best friend. That was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She came here, made Kat and Liana come for the sake of it being her first time and she wanted to be with her friends, but now she wished she never came…never dragged them here.

“Don't touch me” she blew off his hand stepping away from him and shaking her head, “I get it Nico I was late, I get it I didn't send you a message about where I was, if I was coming or not…but you didn't send me a message either…” she said, holding out her phone as if to emphasize the mistake had also made.

“You just could have asked…and” she looked at the bottle in his hands then his eyes, “and you conveniently went with my best friend to just have a drink” she walked up to him pointing an angered finger at his chest, “do you think im stupid!?! I wasn't born yesterday Nico! I get it this” she moved her fingers between them “this is new to me and I don't know the first thing about what it means to fall in love and to trust someone…but I know when my best friend shoves a bottle in your chest like that. It's not over just some silly problem like forgetting to wait around” She wondered if the same sweet lines hed used on her, hed used on Kat, she wondered if she wasn't the only one…she wondered if she was just another one of the many girls he was around…she wondered if she was ever special to him…but Addison knew, shed never be special to anyone. She was a fool to believe otherwise.

Her green eyes looked into his, the ones that were always so kind and joyful looked to be filled with anger, and an undertone of…hurt. “I don't know what you said or did to Kat but you screwed her over and me over…and you're a damn fool and jerk for that. I may not be worth much, I may not look as pretty as perfect as all the other girls, I may not smile bright enough, I may not say enough, I may not act perfect enough and that's okay…but Kat” She shook her head, “she's someone you never want to lose, she's the person that's always there, a shoulder to lean on, she barries herself in school work to prove to the world she's something when in reality she never needs to prove anything. Because just her being in this world is something every damn person should be grateful about. Because no one in this world will ever be half the person she is…and you hurt her.”

“You hurt me…” Addison mumbled her eyes seemed glossy on the edge of turning to tears, “im stupid for trusting you…for talking to you…you're just some drunk heartless fool…and I fell for it…guess that says a lot about me huh?” she didn't give him a chance to talk, not wanting his words to get to her, instead she turned around and tried to find Kat.

Through the crowd running into people and bumping into them, she suddenly wished for them all to disappear, she wished the day would have been different. A part of her wished she never came, and never told the others to come either…but the biggest part of her hoped she wouldn't lose Kat.

Kat.

Her eyes had found Liana and Kat, and the eyes that had filled with tears had vanished, shed pushed a big bright smile on her lips. The one she always had that seemed to fill the room with sunlight, that was her job to be positive in a world so dark and lonely. She made her way over with a slight skip in her step as if nothing had happened. She was good at that. Pretending the world was okay, it was her specialty.

“Hey guys!” Addison walked over, “I'd been looking all over for you guys!”












































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Liana Carranza
Ana leaned against the counter, arms crossed tightly as the muffled bass of the music throbbed through the walls. Her phone sat on the counter beside her, but she barely glanced at it. Her eyes drifted toward the half-empty drinks scattered across the island, and she exhaled sharply. She hated these parties, the noise, the chaos, the suffocating heat of bodies pressed together. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. If it weren’t for her friends, she’d be home in her pajamas, watching reruns of old shows.
She muttered under her breath, her words drowned out by the pulsing music. "I can’t believe I let them talk me into this. What am I even doing here? Everyone’s drunk, or close to it and I’m just standing here like some babysitter. God, this is ridiculous." Her fingers drummed against the counter in irritation, her foot tapping to match the restless beat. She was pretty sure she saw her brother stumbling around somewhere.
A sudden movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned and saw Kat stumbling into the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes red-rimmed and glossy. Ana’s annoyance faltered, quickly replaced by concern for her friend.
"Kat?" Ana straightened up, stepping closer. Kat leaned heavily against her, her words slurred as she muttered about needing water. At first, Ana braced herself for some drunken confession or rambling nonsense, but something about the way Kat’s voice trembled made her pause.
Ana pressed a glass of water into Kat’s hands, her irritation evaporating. "Are you drunk?" The question was automatic, but before Kat could respond, Ana took a better look at her friend’s face. It was too pale, her expression crumpling like she was seconds away from falling apart.
Ana’s stomach tightened. "Hey, hey. What happened?" Her voice softened, the sharpness replaced with genuine worry. "Talk to me, Kat. What’s wrong?" She reached out, steadying Kat by the shoulders. Kat took a shaky sip of water, but her eyes wouldn’t quite meet Ana’s.
Before Liana could press further, a distant shout rang out. Addy’s voice, loud and sharp even through the noise of the party. Ana instinctively glanced toward the hall in search for her friend. Once her eyes set on Addy she waved her over, but Kat pulled her focus back. She was the main priority right now. She was upset and Addy could wait. Right now, Kat needed her.
Liana gently guided Kat to sit down at the counter stool, crouching beside her. "It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything will be okay," she said softly, even though Kat looked anything but okay. Ana didn’t know what had happened yet, but one thing was clear, Kat wasn’t just tipsy, she was upset and Ana was going to figure out why. The noise from the other room became distant as Ana stayed by Kat’s side, her frustration with the party fading into the background. Ana wasn’t leaving until she made sure her friend was safe. She looked up and over to Addy and shrugged her shoulders as if a sign to say she didn’t know what was going on.


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Ana’s concern was etched across her face as she handed Kat more water and attempted to ascertain what was wrong. “Kat? Are you drunk?” The question was not accusatory, but Kat’s shame tightened on her like a vice. All she could manage in response was a shrug. Meeting Ana’s gaze for just a moment, Kat quickly looked away. Her friend’s concern felt like too much—too kind, too unearned. She felt exposed, her trembling hands and red-rimmed eyes betraying her attempts to hold herself together. Seeing her obvious distress, Ana’s voice softened even further as she questioned Kat on what had happened. Kat swallowed hard, her throat tight. The words hovered just out of reach, tangled in the weight of her humiliation. She managed to pull in a shaky breath, but when she spoke, her voice wavered. “I… There was… you know, my classmate Nico…” The words stumbled out, fragmented, and she cursed herself for how small and foolish she must sound.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a familiar voice sounded cheerfully, cutting through the tension with an upbeat joy that didn’t seem to fit the vibe of the room. Kat looked at her wide eyed, genuinely surprised to see her there. Shouldn’t she be with Nico? Had he told her what had happened? Had she come to check on her? Kat felt a rush of affection for her. Kat had been practically about to kiss someone that- it seemed- she might have been seeing and yet here she was out of the woodwork. Kat had been about to take an unsteady step toward her when the floor seemed to tilt beneath her feet. Thankfully, Ana caught her, guiding her to sit on a nearby barstool. Gently Ana offered reassurance while she crouched beside her. She noticed the pair of them exchange a concerned look and she felt pressured to find her tongue again.

“Addy, I…” Kat’s voice broke. She clutched the edge of the counter, forcing herself to continue. “I had no idea. I never would have—if I’d known.” Her words tumbled out desperately. “Nico was… Amy told me he liked me, and so I started chatting with him. And then he brought alcohol, and we were drinking. We ended up… cuddling outside. God, he was so sweet and funny, and I thought we had a moment, but…” She shook her head, her face crumpling. “I—I got the impression he was going to kiss me, and then I ran away. Typical me right?”

Her hands raked through her hair, tugging at the roots as she leaned heavily on the counter. The nausea churned in her stomach, relentless. She still couldn’t close her eyes without feeling like she was strapped into some out-of-control rollercoaster.

Why had she drunk so much? Had she been trying to prove something to Nico? That she could be fun? free-spirited? Instead of the drag she normally felt like. “Anyways,” she continued hastily, “I asked him to wait for me, but when I got back, he was gone. And then I found him with you.” Her voice cracked as she turned to Addison. “Are you two… together? Oh god, Addy, I’m so sorry.” Tears spilled over her cheeks, and this time, she couldn’t choke them back. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Her sobs filled the silence, and Kat swiped at her eyes, trying to pull herself together. She glanced at Ana, whose face was a mask of concern as she likely tried to piece everything together.

“Ana, I’m sorry,” Kat croaked. “This must be a lot.” She let out a hollow, bitter laugh through her tears. “I guess this is what I get for trying to be someone I’m not."







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When she spotted her friends, she glanced over at Liana who was practically in the dark about everything that had gone down. She knew there would be a lot of explaining needed in order to fill her in on the mess of what had happened. For a second her mind wondered how long she'd been here, she didn't exactly look ecstatic to be at the party-then again without Addisons constant nagging and bickering they probably would have never come.

Her eyes then drifted to Kat, seeing one of her best friends completely in distress and drunk killed her inside. She shouldn't have ever let it get to this point. She should have been there earlier, should have met up with her friends earlier, she should have done so much more that she just didn't do. It made her feel useless in a way, and now here she was trying to find the best words to clean this situation up and brighten her friend's day.

Hearing Nico and the accusation of him liking her best friend cracked a bit of her heart to the floor.

Hearing them drinking together and cuddling outside cracked another part to the floor.

Hearing how sweet and funny he was she knew the same lines, the same smooth talk he'd used on Addison, he'd used on Kat. That cracked another piece of her.

Hearing how close they were about to kiss..the same lips that had pressed against hers, the same arms that had been wrapped around hers…. Another piece cracked and fell.

But all of those pieces would be swept under the rug, a dusty rug located in the back of her mind, one that if you'd passed by it would be obvious there was a whole lot hiding under there that needed to be answered. But the dust showed it was never dealt with, never touched, never cleaned. She'd deal with them in time ... .at least that's what she kept telling herself.

Her face on the other hand didn't falter, didnt say a thing about the emotional turmoil that she was completely drowning in. That was something she'd handle later…with the rest of whatever was under that rug.

Addison walked over to her and shook her head, “stop apologizing silly, what happened, happened it wasn't that big of a deal” She wrapped her arms around Kat giving her a comforting hug as she glanced over at the two of them. “Besides you have no reason to apologize you didn't have a clue about what was happening between me and Nico, and if anything maybe it's a good thing it happened now we both know what kinda person he is, besides there's so many other people in this world.”

No one would be as funny as him.

No one would be as sweet as him.

No one would be as caring as him.

“Guys who can be so much better than the heartless fool we dealt with, so many other fish in the sea that would love and care for you the way they should. Besides you deserve so much better, you deserve someone you can be yourself around, someone to lean on, someone to listen to you, someone to make you laugh and smile on the days where everything feels like it's falling apart…and guess what…I know there's someone out there that fits every part of what I said and fits you perfectly…the only thing you have to do is wait…theyll come along and sweep you off your feet” she said with a kind smile as she looked over at Liana, “come on, let's get out of here and find something fun to cheer this little furball up” she giggled














































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Byron was half propping Scarlett up as they walked- twice he felt her weight shift as she nearly fell causing Byron to hold onto her shoulders to keep her from faceplanting. This was laughable at this point. Byron felt her hold on him start to dissipate as she slurred her way through sentences, counting off the drinks she'd had on her hand. She smirked at him, so utterly pleased with herself. Byron began to feel as though he were babysitting a drunk stranger rather than talking to someone he was attracted to. If his growing disinterest showed on his face, she didn't give him any indicators that she noticed- or cared. When he mentioned Dallas, however, her face fell instantly into a frown. Obstinately Scarlett began refusing his advice. Byron sighed. He would have to just call him. This was too much.

Just as he was about to pull away from her and open up his phone to do just that, she drew closer to him. Byron felt gentle pressure on his shoulder and suddenly she was in his personal space, softly rubbing his skin and looking him dead in the eyes. Byron stood motionless, unable to move away, unable to respond to her touch. The position they were in must look intimate now. He could feel her breath against his cheeks as she spoke once more "Just think about me and how hot I am and how much of a good kisser I am"

Alarm bells were going off in his mind. She was about to make her move, he was sure of it. All he could think about was stopping this, stopping her, before Lia came by and saw. He didn't know what she would do to him but Scarlett, barely able to stand, would stand no chance. Lia was already pissed of. This would truly erupt into something he was too sore and frankly too drunk to deal with. He firmly placed his hands on both of Scarlet's shoulders stopping her in her tracks. He deliberately took a step back from her and, with an expression as determined as hers, he said "Scarlett. I said No." He made a big effort to appear resolute in this statement. "Seriously." He shook his head "I’m gonna text your brother. Just go home before you hurt yourself"

With that he brought out his phone and turned away from her. There was a line and she'd crossed it. He'd done his best to look after her but god- he had his own problems to deal with tonight. As he took a couple of wobbly steps forward he noticed someone familiar. "Oh fuck off" He cursed as he glared at the figure of his brother who had appeared out of thin air like a damn Spector.

Byron took a swig of rum wondering just how much his brother had seen or heard of that exchange. Dread encompassed him. He felt unequipped to deal with this right now but he sure couldn’t let Connor know. "So you found me, what's your next move?" Byron asked as he squared his shoulders trying to seem more sober and more coordinated than he currently was. What would Connor do here, was he really going to square up? Bitterly, he thought to himself that this- his own reputation with their father being on the line- would be the one thing that gets Connor to show a shred of something other than cold indifference.

That’s right asshole, I have your key, come fight me for it.

But he said nothing, waiting for Connor to set the tone of their little stand off. The music around him seemed to dull as all of his attention focused on this moment.






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An interesting thing (or rather, not so interesting, because nearly nothing could be considered "interesting" regarding the tall brunette) was that while he appeared cool, calm, and collected at all times, he was--

Well, scratch that. He was calm and collected. And he did appear cool, although nothing solidified a person's uncoolness quite like hanging out at a party, with virtually no friends to hangout with.

Sure, Connor had "friends," but they weren't exatly his ride or dies, so to speak. In fact, his inbox was more often filled with people texting him regarding his girlfriend than regarding himself. And the thing was, Connor didn't really mind. Once he was graduated and gone from this sad little town, they'd all be distant past memories.

No, Connor didn't think he'd look back on his high school years with any kind of warm remembrance -- except for the parts involving Alexa. Those were worthy of remembering.

All this to say, that it meant he had plenty of time to track down his mess of a little brother following the loss of his pharmacy key. You know, to the pharmacy that their father owned, that Connor was... he was really excited to return to this godforsaken town one day, alright? He definitely was, just-- listen, his dad had been training him for it, how could he turn down such an amazing opportunity?

Byron had pulled away from a dark-haired girl that was definitely not his girlfriend, but Connor could care less about his brother's infidelity, even if it affected Alexa's best friend.

He might have had a strong dislike for Byron, but not enough to sic his crazy girlfriend on him.

His brother spoke, and he was clearly agitated, and drunk. But Connor had had barely anything tonight. There was a small frown on his face, his head tilting slightly to the side as he looked at Byron with what could only be described as pity.

"Why the fuck did you steal my key?" he asked, his tone level. "What'dyou need it for?"

He, of course, had his suspicions. But even Connor wanted to believe that there could be a reasonable explanation.
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Connor approached with his usual air of cool superiority, and the way he looked at Byron made his teeth grind. Calm. Controlled. Most likely sober. Connor tilted his head, frowning slightly.

That expression—different from the cold disappointed his father showed him. The pity in Connors eyes was somehow worse. Like he was a kicked puppy- or a small child.

Byron’s stomach twisted. I’m no threat to him. I’m nothing. A nobody to pity from afar.

The words looped in his mind, circling like birds of prey. Pathetic. Loser. Disappointment. But this time, a thought cut through the poison. He could use this.

This works for me. I should play up to it.

He smirked, shifting into a looser stance. “I didn’t steal a thing,” he quipped. “I found some keys, sure.” He’d put Connors key on one of his silver chains around his neck. He twirled the chain idly between his fingers, making a show of his supposed carelessness. “Imagine my joy when I figured out big bro’s carelessness could save this shitty party.”

He sauntered closer, his confidence returned. “Don’t worry. I know how to balance a till and delete security footage. We can’t have you losing face His smirk widened as he pushed the key and chain into Connor’s chest—just a bit harder than necessary.

“Take it,” he said, his smirk falling, voice colder now. “And don’t give me that fucking look again, you arrogant prick.”

Byron moved to leave, deliberately bumping Connor’s shoulder as he passed. He didn’t look back, but his pulse quickened. He needed Connor to believe it was just another impulsive screw-up.






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