"Who the hell are you?" I ask. "Tyler." His smirk pierces through me. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" He seems a bit offended by my language. "My father owns this house. He just got married." Now I remember, Mom mentioned that Henry had a boy a year or two older than me like forever ago. How could I forget that detail? I look him up and down and remember seeing him at the wedding. When he wanted to cut in on me and Rick dancing.
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