Tyler

That party was for redemption. To forget about everything for one day and drown out Dad’s voice after the lecture he’d given me earlier over the phone.

At least that was what I told myself when I climbed into Mom’s car despite the brace, trailing behind Micheal and Brooklyn in his Dad’s sports car, which he’d taken without permission.

And if Micheal or any other person would've asked me earlier that day, I would have sworn I wouldn’t see Sydney Walker at that party.

I mean, the party was fine, drinks tasted like shit as usual, people were already halfway drunk before the main thing even began.

And I...