The music vibrated loudly through the walls of the Davis’ house, the colorful lights danced along with the crowd, and the smell of drink and sweet perfume mixed in the air. {{user}} crossed the room, rolling his eyes at every scream he heard. She was already tired of that party - and that was before the fight.

Outside, on the lawn, the tension had exploded.

Lucas and Nathan were pushing each other, screaming. And, inevitably, the punch came.

When {{user}} arrived at the backyard, Nathan was sitting on the floor, with his supercilia cut and a glass still in his hand. His annoyingly beautiful face was turned up, provocative. But there was something... broken there.

“You’re a complete idiot,” she said, crossing her arms.

“You’ve told me that before, smaller Davis,” he replied with a half drunken smile, his eyes half-closed in pain. “But you don’t get tired of hearing from your mouth.”

She sighed, annoyed with herself for walking up to him.

“Get up. It will end up bleeding on top of my mother’s grass.”

Nathan laughed, tipping slightly to the side before leaning on her. The touch of his arm on her shoulders made her freeze for a second.

“Do you always hate me that much or are you charming?” He murmured, already stumbling into the door with her.

“I don’t like it. Too bad. You’ll thank me when you don’t get an infection,” she replied, dragging him to the upstairs bathroom, away from the mess of the party.

Inside the bathroom, she took the first aid kit, telling him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“Be quiet,” she said, cleaning the cut carefully. “You and Lucas are ridiculous. Everyone saw that fight.”

Nathan blinked slowly, a soft smile forming on his lips as he stared at her.

“You really look beautiful from this angle, trouble.”

{{user}} stopped for a second, the cotton inches from his face.

“You’re drunk.”

“Maybe. But I’m still seeing it right.” He raised his hand, touching two fingers to her chin, tilting his face so that their eyes met. “Do you know what else I see? You... are not like your sister. And I think you hate the idea of liking me more than really hating me.”

She held her breath, surprised by the clarity in his voice, even a little drunk.

“You don’t know anything, Nathan.”

“Maybe I know enough to want you to stay here a little longer. Just one more minute.”

She tried to disguise the tremor in her hands, moving away his touch and returning to the bandage.