Like To Be You ✓

thirty three

random note: this photo is my fav out of all the ones i've chosen for the aesthetics.

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"You know, we don't have to go inside. I would rather you get your head checked out."

"Neil, for the hundredth time, relax." Tyler gets out of the car and turns to look at me. "C'mon, let's go."

I huff a breath and turn the ignition key, shutting the engine. We have to park at least a block away from Jasper Moore's house because of the cars that crowd Maple Street.

I lock the car and throw the keys at Tyler. He catches it and smiles widely at me.

We can barely hear the music as we walk to his house. Tyler rings the doorbell, and we wait for a few seconds before Dylan Padalecki opens the door. Tyler and Dylan do their standard slap-fistbump-hug routine, after which Dylan nods at me.

"Don't go near the pool." Dylan says as we venture deeper into the house, where more and more people have started to appear in corners, kissing, groping each other, smoking joints, before he opens the door to the living room. "Andrew's being a bully and pushing everybody in it."

People hoot and clap as Tyler enters behind me, and I awkwardly shuffle to the side. The rest of the players surround him, thumping his back, before Jasper Moore appears. They fist-bump and exchange a few words quietly, then Jasper smiles and disappears back into the crowd.

"Where're you going?" Tyler finds me stuck to the wall with my phone in my hand. He hooks a finger around my belt loop and pulls me closer.

"Well," I say, placing my hands on his chest. "You have people to meet and I have alcohol to consume."

He doesn't look impressed with my choices. "Priorities, huh?"

"Absolutely."

"You're going to ruin that liver of yours." His finger trails up my hip and he grabs it firmly. "C'mon, let's go upstairs."

"Getting bold, are we?" I say, following him as he leads me by my hand. We pass by at least three tables playing beer pong, a tiny enthusiastic dance fest by the pool, where Meera and Zayne are dancing on top of a table, giddily screaming in each other's faces, and then finally, the bar.

My eyes stay on the glass bottles as Tyler leads me up the stairs.

"Just one drink." I say. "Just one, Ty."

"No, you alcoholic."

"I'm not an alcoholic!" I protest. "And if I remember correctly, you were the one trashed the last time we were here."

"And on that night exactly, you also did shots off my body." He gives me a pointed look when we reach the first floor. My cheeks prickle. "I don't think either of us was sober."

I shake my head sadly at the thought of no alcohol at a raging party, then focus on where we are.

Ahead of us, a fancy hallway lays, with antique furnishings on either side of the walls and contemporary paintings hung over them.

"Jasper's cool with us being here." He says, twisting the knob of the first door. When it opens, two bodies spring apart.

Jack Foster and Layla Kingston.

I narrow my eyes in confusion, but don't say anything. Jack looks at me helplessly, his eyes wide.

"Please don't say anything to Meera."

My confused frown turns into a scowl. "Are you fucking cheating on her?"

"What? No!"