"What does he mean again?" the girl demanded. "I think you should leave," Parker said. "You can't kick me out. We have a history." "Goodbye Leslie." I heard her huff and scream before slamming the apartment door behind her. "Could you stop bringing her around here?" I heard Emmett ask. "She's such a psycho bitch." I couldn't help but smile and mentally high-five him. "She's a good lay," Parker said, in a bored tone. "Yeah, I know," Emmett said. "But she's still a psycho." I rolled my eyes, standing up and heading out to the hallway where they were talking. Parker was shirtless, not that I was surprised. And Emmett was dressed for the party, his hair still wet from the shower. "Ready to go?" Emmett asked me. I nodded, side-stepping Parker to head to the apartment door. "Are you guys hitting up Katie's party?" Parker asked. "Yeah, want to come?" Emmett asked. Really Emmett? Why are you inviting him? "Yeah sure, give me a sec to find a shirt." He disappeared back into his room. I turned to glare at Emmett. "What?" Emmett asked, raising his eyebrows at me. "Why did you invite him?" I hissed. "Because he's my best friend?" "So?" Emmett rolled his eyes. "You two are going to have to learn how to get along. We're all stuck living under the same roof, so you might as well get used to it." "I will never get used to him." Parker came out to the living room/kitchen. He stopped short when he saw Emmett and me. "What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. He jogged past us and opened the door. I followed him to the elevator, Emmett locking up the apartment. "You're going to the party dressed like that?" Parker asked me, pressing the elevator button. "Yeah," I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?" "Something wrong with what?" Emmett asked, joining us as the elevator arrived. "Nothing," Parker and I said simultaneously. Emmett raised his eyebrows at us. "Okay?" "So guess who asked about you after the game," Parker said to Emmett, leaning against the railing in the elevator. "Who?" Emmett asked, raising his eyebrows. "Janice." Emmett's jaw dropped as the elevator doors opened. "You better not be bullshitting me." "Serious as a heart attack," Parker promised, as we headed out to Emmett's car. "Told her you'd be at Katie's party tonight." "How'd you know that?" "Had a hunch." The two boys did their handshake thing, laughing. We reached Emmett's car and I went to open the passenger door. "I don't think so princess," Parker said, raising his eyebrows at me as he stepped in front. "Excuse me?" I asked. "I ride passenger." "In your dreams," I scoffed. We both glared at each other, and then called for Emmett at the same time. "Don't drag me into this," Emmett said, laughing as he took the driver's seat. "You're not going to win this one," Parker warned me. "How about rock paper scissors?" I suggested. "Hell no." "Then we stand out here all night and miss the party and you don't get your booty call tonight." Parker rolled his eyes. "A little dramatic there aren't we?" "Would you guys just get into the fucking car?" Emmett complained. "Okay," I said, with a shrug. "You can have shotgun." Parker smiled at me. "I knew you'd cave, they always-" And during his speech, I dove into the passenger seat, locking the door behind me. I shot him a victory smile as he stared at me with wide eyes, comprehending what just happened. Emmett laughed, reaching across the center console to high-five me. "You have to unlock the door to let him in," Emmett reminded me. Right, two-door coupe. So I unlocked it, graciously opening the door for him. "If you'd like to climb into the back." "I will get you for this," Parker muttered, before climbing into the back of the car. "Watch the seats," Emmett ordered, before I closed the door and we took off. The party was already in full swing by the time we got there, just how I liked it. Fashionably late. I stepped out, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. This was my first party back in the States, and I was going to make it a party to remember. "Nothing too crazy," Emmett said, swinging his arm around my shoulders and guiding me through the mess outside. "No promises there," I said, with a laugh. "It's okay to ease back into it," he said, opening the door for me. I smiled at him. "You don't have to worry about me Emmy. I'm fine." I tapped his nose before heading towards the kitchen. I helped myself to a Bud Light before making my way back out to the dance floor. I surveyed the room, looking for somebody appetizing to dance with. "Bud Light?" Emmett asked, appearing next to me. "Are you stalking me?" "Why Bud Light?" "Because I like the taste better." I popped the top and took a swig. "Seriously, you don't need to breathe down my neck. I can handle myself." He threw his hands up in mock surrender before making his way out to the dance floor, immersing himself in with a group of girls. Once a flirt, always a flirt. And I learned from the best.