Our Last Summer

Chapter 32, More Fireworks

(Tyler's POV)

It was nice to be let out of training early, and I was gloating when the girls had to stay back. It just meant that we could drink, and I could relax before any of the girls came back. When we walked into Kristine's apartment, I went straight into the fridge where I had my stash of beautiful Coronas, vodka, and tequila. I grabbed a bunch of red solo cups and laid them out for everyone, filling each cup basically to the rim with vodka, tequila, and some mixtures.

"Alright, boys, we've got a few minutes to ourselves, we can get back into our old habits." I cheered, filling up the last of my cup and smiling. The other two boys walked over to me and took a cup. After one sip, they both cringed to the side.

"Seriously, Tyler? Just vodka?" Jason scolded. I shrugged as I drank mine. I've built up such a tolerance for it, that the burn is barely noticeable.

"Give me something to balance it," Noah said, placing his cup down. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of coke and threw it to him. He took the bottle and poured some into both of their cups, while I filled mine with the same mixture before.

"Bitches." I muttered. They both looked up at me with annoyed looks and I had a confused look on my face. "What's your problem?"

"Why are you drinking?" Jason asked.

"Why aren't you? We're supposed to be having fun, remember? The whole Fourth of July bullshit." I explained.

"Why do you have seven cups out? There are only six of us left." Jason asked yet again. I sighed in annoyance because of the dumb questions he was asking me. I don't know why he was so worried about everything right now, instead of relaxing like a normal human. Although, we barely have any humanity left in us.

"This one is mine, this is Maddie's, Caroline's... Elle's... Yours, Noah's." I explained, pointing at the different solo cups with alcohol. "And this one is for our dear friend, Ethan. May he rest in pieces..."

I took his drink and immediately downed it, feeling very satisfied when the liquid went down my throat. I felt even more satisfied as I crushed it, sighing as if that drink was refreshing. Of course, they looked over at each other with certain looks that told me that we were about to have a very annoying heart-to-heart. So, I placed my hands on the counter and waited for them to spill.

"Go on. Speak." I beckoned and they turned back to me.

"What are you doing?" Noah asked with a very authoritative voice that made me snicker.

"I'm drinking. Like I always do. Just wait until you see a cigarette in my mouth!" I faked enthusiasm and they rolled their eyes.

"We mean with Danielle." He reiterated. I sighed, knowing that this is what they wanted to talk about.

"I'm not doing anything with Danielle," I answered honestly.

"Cut the bullshit, Tyler--" Jason's voice boomed and I shot a very offended look toward him.

"Cut what bullshit? Nothing is happening!" I shouted back. They were attacking me and not listening to what I was saying at all.

"Then why are you acting the way you are with her?" I was beyond confused by what he said and it showed on my face.

"What? Being her best friend? Like we all are?" I asked, my voice a little lower now.

"What were you guys doing last night? What time did you guys back?" Jason asked, crossing his arms. I chuckled and stood up straighter.

"I was distracting her." I chuckled.

"Tyler--" Noah trailed.

"What?" My mood turned back to annoyance. "In case you forgot, she is heartbroken and she just wanted to have fun."