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older than me, and I admit that I was a little disheartened by that. Why can’t I be confident, too?
    As I’m hauling my way past throngs of drunken idiots – a few of whom try to grope me – I realise that I really shouldn’t have come here. I mean, what was I thinking??? I’m not a sociable person, let alone a party person! I should be at home, writing or reading a book, not trying to polite to intoxicated, hormonal idiots.
    My god, where is Dana or Remy when you need them? I cry internally. Hell, even Joey could save me, if he bothered to look up from that phone of his. Where are you guys?
    I feel someone jostle me from behind and I topple on my flat shoes, falling into a guy with a beer in his hands. I gasp as the warm, sticky liquid pools across my top and wet my skin. My nose wrinkles at the bitter smell and I know I’m blushing like a freaking tomato right now.
    The guy starts to laugh, and I feel tears burning my eyes. I turn around and run to the nearest door, pushing people out of my way and not caring if I hurt someone, so long as nobody sees me.
    Outside, its pitch black – well, more like a very dark shade of navy, with small, barely-there speckles of yellow. The cold air instantly calms me and I sigh, relaxing against the back wall of the house. I’d somehow found my way to the back yard, and not many of the party-people were back here, so that was lucky, I guess. If I believed in luck.
    I close my eyes and let the coolness brush against my face, loving the familiarity of it in a world I’m so unused to. I’m not cut out for this, not like every other teenager in the world. I must have skipped the party chapter in the book of life.
    The door next to me opens but I ignore it, deciding that if the person is drunk then they won’t see me. I breathe in through my nose and ignore the footsteps that are coming my way. A small frown forms on my head – if it was someone I know, they’d have spoken by now. Remy, Dana and even Joey aren’t the quietest of people. They love an entrance.
    “Hey, what are you doing out here?” the familiar voice is soft yet rough at the same time, husky in the cool night and a lot more sober than I expected.
    “T-Tyler? What are you doing here?” I stutter, staring at the warm golden eyes and thick hazel locks. Why does he have this weird effect on me? Is my heart supposed to bang against my chest every time I look into his eyes? Is it a sign of warning or something?
    He smirks at me gently, leaning against the wall besides me. “This isn’t really my scene; I’m more of the chauffer. What about you?”
    “I hate parties,” I grimace, turning my face from him when he starts to chuckle. I try to ignore the shivers that sound gives me as I stare stubbornly at a patch of grass. Stupid girl, why do you have to be so girly? I scold myself.
    “I know what you mean,” he breathes, as if he, too, knows how precious the peace is, despite the blaring music and loud partiers coming from inside the building. Out here, it’s like a whole other world, and only I and Tyler know about it. Maybe that’s just because we’re the only sober ones.
    “There’s a park, where my dad used to take me, we’d stay there for a whole day just kicking a ball around. At night, when I’m in places like this, I always go back to those days,” he murmurs, almost as though he’s forgotten I’m there. His caramel eyes are distant, locked in a memory, and his face has no expression.
    “Do you not go there anymore?” I whisper.
    He turns to my and smiles gently, “No. I haven’t been there since my dad left.”
    I gasp lightly, recognising his sad expression as one I’ve seen in the mirror for a while now. For once, I almost feel like I can relate to someone, like I could somehow be saved by this one boy and his remorse over a parent. Almost, like I’m not alone.
    And then I realise that he’s walked away, and that I truly am alone.
    Alone, confused, and bitter for thinking something so