Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 3: Getting Cuter By the Second

Song: Reckless by You Me At Six

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Every night this past week, I've been woken up at four in the morning.

But I don't do anything about it. I let it happen because I feel like it's going to be pointless to even say anything. When I met Tyler at the wedding, I thought he was the cutest boy I've ever seen.

I've come to grips that he's actually the most annoying boy I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I mean, yeah, he's still attractive as hell, but damn. He's annoying which is unfortunate.

It's Thursday night and I'm exhausted from working with my dad all day. He wanted me to stay later, so I didn't even get home until a little past eight. Bea's staying at her mom's tonight so she can babysit her little sister.

I shower, put on a comfortable shirt and shorts, cook myself dinner, and plop down on the couch. I turn the TV and find a Chopped marathon on. It's a guilty pleasure for some reason. I'm not the biggest fan of cooking shows, but the cooking competitions just call to me. Even though I can barely cook, it's fun to see what others can do.

It's getting intense because one of the guys cooking drops his tray of frog legs on the floor. Ah, the best parts is when everything goes to shit.

I ignore the sleep bugging at my eyes and blink to focus. The lack of sleep this week is catching up to me and working late hours isn't helping. Oh, and Tyler, the blue haired boy that's more annoying than words can explain, has been keeping me up with his loud music. I knew he wouldn't turn it down after he promised.

Promises don't mean anything to anyone. They're just words. Like everything else. It just is and there's nothing I can do about it.

While the host is about to show the last plate to be chopped, the music starts.

And I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's louder than before. It must be April first because someone is fucking with me right now. At first I ignore it and try to finish my show, but then there's a loud thump and I want to scream.

I slam my fists on the couch and stand up. Anger is boiling under my skin and I race out of the apartment and onto the third level. I don't even think before banging my fist against the door.

It opens up, but it's not Tyler. It's someone I haven't seen before and I don't remember if he's part of the band. "You're not pizza," he says drunkenly and struggles to stand.

"I'm looking for Tyler," I tell him.

"Come in."

The guy opens the door wider and I step inside the chaos. There are people everywhere. Girls dancing on guys, beer bottles everywhere, and it's so damn loud I can't even think. There's too many people, but I don't think it's going to be hard to spot a tall guy with blue hair. But when I look around, I notice many different colors of hair. Purple, red, orange, and I even spot pink in there.

I push through the crowd and that's when I hear Tyler's voice coming from the kitchen. There's loud laughter so it must mean he's probably the life of the party. It won't surprise me, really.

I walk around the bar and look inside the kitchen to find the only blue haired person in the kitchen. He's standing with a group of his friends and I only recognize one because he's in the band. And I only remember that because he's the lead singer. Tyler's back it to me so I step up behind him and tap the side of his arm. The guys surrounding him notice me first and their eyes move to me. Tyler slowly turns around and when his gaze finds mine, he grins. "Oh, hey, I didn't know you'd be here—"