Lyle's POV
"Dab everyone!" Stefan said as he struck his ever so lame ass pose. I roll my eyes but do as what everyone else is doing. Dab. I look to the left of me to see my good friend, Olivia, who had the exact same expression as me. After the group picture, we all still had a few hours together before we parted. Ana, Sara, and Amanda were all sad that this was our last season. I mean, our characters had to graduate sometime. I didn't know how Olivia felt but I was hella happy to be done with Degrassi. To be honest, I loved this show till they did me wrong. Ana and Eric mostly got the good storylines as well as everyone else. They treated my fucking character like trash. I'm not gonna lie, I felt hella bad for Tristan. He deserved to be happy. I mean, he and Miles graduated high school as a couple but still. I felt like Tristan could've shined more. He's such an underrated character.
I walked to the punch and I could smell cherry and vodka. Mhm. That was Ehren's doing. He loved intoxicating everyones drinks. He felt like everyone needed to lighten up. We were always so tense during filming and he would make sure that'd we'd be at least stoned or drunk.
I stare at the punch, debating if I should take some. I mean, why the fuck not? Might as well. As I was about to pour me a cup, a feel a hand press against my shoulder. I dropped the ladle because I was fucking startled,
obviously. I look over my shoulder to see the one and only thinks he's so great Eric Osbitch. Whoops. I meant Osborne.
"Lyle," his deep voice reminded me of how he called Tristan. Kinda sexy but also kinda overrated. "Don't drink the punch, its spiked."
"I know, now leave me be. I wish to get crunk," I replied, jerking his hand away. "Want some, Elic?"
"I'm good, Lye." he smiled. "Do you wanna maybe go outside and talk for a bit?"
What the fuck? Since when do we even? For some odd and messed up reason, I was going to miss him. I mean, I was going to miss Miles, actually.
"Um, sure. Let me get something to eat," I told him. He nodded as he walked towards the balcony. I stared at him through the glossy window, which must have cost a fortune, and realize how hot he was with his five o clock shadow. I mean, he was always so hot but I never really payed attention. I was always to busy laughing a this cursing ass most of the time.
You know sometimes in the summer when it's so hot but you're already used to the heat so you just don't pay attention? Well, yeah. Eric Osborn was fucking hot, a god among men, so Tristan says. Anyways, I get a plate of fries and I'm about to head out to the balcony when Liv stops me.
"Where you going?" She asked. "Ehren scored some awesome dope. Let's smoke it lux,"
"In a bit babe, someone wants to talk to me," I turned my gaze to Eric. She looked at him and rolled her eyes. She let out a low chuckle as she nonchalantly sipped her drink.
"Ooookay. But hurry, the dope will run out and you won't get some." She kissed my cheek and I chuckled. Why? Because my dear sweet friend is already drunk. But she's most fun when she's drunk. She's fun all the time but I loved her drunk. So care free and shit.
Anyways, I walk to the balcony to see Dante and Eric going at each other like two angry cats. Yikes. I awkwardly turn away, clearing my throat. Dante sighed and I could hear him unlocking his phone. You know, because when you press the keys on your phone there's like a clicking sound or whatever? Yeah.
