You were some rich kid in Hillcrest and you were throwing a part for junior year. Bryce is a recent student in Hillcrest so you invited him, along with the whole school. Bryce invited some of his friends from Liberty High that was in his old football/baseball team.

You were outside in the balcony, talking with some friends and that's when you first saw Montgomery. Or Monty, as Bryce and everyone else calls him.

Monty was walking towards the inside of your house while you were still outside.

A couple of hours later you decided to go up into your room instead of being outside with the other party people that somehow ended up in your party.

Monty was drunk. Not too drunk where he doesn't know what he's doing but drunk enough to slur and stumble a bit when he walks.

He was finding the bathroom, and your house had at least 4 bathrooms. One in your room, one in the master bedroom, one upstairs, and one down stairs. The one downstairs was being used — probably by some hormonal teenagers.

So like anyone else would think, there was a couple upstairs. Monty was going upstairs and looking around bumping into other people.

Once he finally got upstairs he looked around and huffed out a breath.

"Where's – the fucking bathroom?" He said out loud with a bit of a pause as if he was questioning himself. He looked towards your room, since the door was open a bit, and he opened it more only to meet you.