The First Rule

Chapter 43: Teenagers

You run.

You run, and you run.

Finally, you're in front of this big house. Storming inside, you look around frantically—heart racing, searching for someone.

That one.. special person.

That's when you spot two blondes chatting among a group of people. For a second, you stop in your tracks—hesitating. But the urgency of the situation outweighs any uncomfortable feelings or drama—not that what you're about to bring up isn't drama either though. So, pushing aside your hesitation, you stride up to them and unleash your pent-up frustration—pointing directly at Wyatt with accusatory intensity.

"Is this what you want, Wyatt? You win! Are you happy now?!"

Your words echo through the room, startling everyone, but especially the two blondes you know all. too well. Dominic raises his eyebrows in surprise at your sudden appearance—however, probably more surprised by your attendance at this party instead of your riot entrance. Wyatt instead, looking utterly taken aback by your outburst. Confusion flickers across Wyatt's face momentarily as he stares at you with his knitted eyebrows.. before recognition sets in..

The bet.

"The fuck Em? I even forget about it by now—"

"So you made a bet that ruined me and Tyler's life—"

"Don't drag me into this—"

"and you have the fucking audacity to forget about it?!" you shout, brushing off Tyler's attempt to grab your arm—who takes a deep breath, feeling uneasy as he glances at his bro. Tyler, who had just arrived behind you—and paused in panting breaths, tries to intervene but stops short as he notices the other blonde—who happens to be his newfound mortal enemy.

Even at his arrival, Dominic throws his head back in exasperation, glancing between the three of you—before he silently pleads with his friends nearby to ignore the impending drama. Still, they're not moving, glued to the floor, becoming more invested in what's going to happen.

Liam gulps nervously, his guilty expression showing regret as he tries to explain himself, "I'm sorry, Em... I really just—I was trying to help, okay? It was supposed to be a harmless dare—setting you up with Tyler, since we all know how you two are—" stopping mid sentence to glance uncomfortably to the figure beside him, he adds, "but I really had no idea about Dom—"

"What happened, Em?" Hunt interjects, still, after everything that's happened, he's still willingly saving Wyatt's ass.

"Everything's messed up, Dom! You and Ty! Ty and Lucy! You and me! And it's all because of him!" you retort passionately, jabbing your finger accusingly at Wyatt. Looking like eternal fire about to fire off your nose.

Dom sighs deeply and glances at Liam—who merely runs a hand through his hair. Suddenly, Eve and Tara burst into the room, panic written across their faces—must've just heard about this ongoing incident from one of the partygoers.

The room falls silent, the tension thick in the air as everyone waits for Wyatt's response—who finally takes a deep breath and finally speaks, "Look, Em, I screwed up. I shouldn't have let it go this far. You said I won—" he pauses and purses his lips before spreading his arms wide to frustratingly shout in spasms, "but for what—?!"

"Wait.." Tyler suddenly cuts in, his eyes narrowing as realization dawns on him—causing Wyatt to stop mid his grandeu speech. Tyler turns to you, suspicion evident in his gaze.