Sydney
The party ended not long after the boys sped off—engines loud, laughter louder, as they headed to some court on the outskirts of the city.
Leaving the house exactly how you’d expect every party to end.
Messy. Looked like a crime scene if you looked quickly.
Cups were everywhere, glitter scattered across the living room floors, like some pixie had thrown up. A few kids were even passed out in the corner like decorations no one asked for.
Luckily, Brooklyn had planned ahead.
She’d called cleaning service. Even people to deal with kids too drunk to stand on their own, let alone find the door.
Because there was no way Mom was coming back from her trip to meet a bunch of teenagers snoring around in her house.
As for me?
I woke up the next morning with my head pounding.
Which m
