The party was loud enough to make the walls shake, music vibrating through the massive house while people crowded every room. Empty cups littered the kitchen counters, someone was yelling over a drinking game in the living room, and the smell of alcohol and smoke clung to everything.

You leaned against the hallway wall upstairs, finally escaping the chaos downstairs for a second. Being Nate Jacobs’ little sister meant people either feared you, flirted with you, or used you to get to him. Usually all three.

You were scrolling mindlessly on your phone when heels clicked against the hardwood floor.

“Your brother’s literally psychotic, you know that?” you looked up to see Maddy Perez walking toward you, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Glitter shimmered under her eyes, makeup still perfect somehow, but she looked irritated, more than irritated, actually.