—I thought there would be fewer people —I say when we get to the party and I see that even though the house is big and has a huge garden, it is full of teenagers.

—I promise you, I didn't expect so many people to come either —he confesses just as astonished as I am with the crowd— Although I should have imagined. Josh is very open and friendly with everyone, as well as a loudmouth. He will have told half the town to come.

—Well, it doesn't matter. We enter?

Brett doesn't let go of my hand when he comes in, which, I have to admit, I like. It makes me feel more secure and why deny it? It seems like a way to make the relationship a little more serious and it feels incredibly good, although the looks of some girls not so much, but, of course, the last thing that matters now is them.

I am in a party. With Brett. Together.

Brett introduces me to a couple of friends, we also run into Josh, so I congratulate him in advance and he introduces me to his brother, Corey, and a couple of girls, who, to my surprise, really like them.

—Do you want something to drink?

—A Coke would be nice.

—Okay, I'm going to find her. Are you waiting for me here?

I nod in response, and Brett quickly loses himself among the crowd as the others continue to dance and have fun. There is good music and a good atmosphere. I'm having a better time than I imagined.

Or at least until now.

There are so many people and yet I have seen Liam and Mason not too far away. I pretend to turn around to avoid them seeing me, but it's late. They have seen me and are coming here. Mason looks at me in surprise, but it certainly can't be compared to Liam's.

—Mia! What are you doing here?

—Um ... I ... And what are you doing here?

—It's a Devenford player's birthday. They've invited the entire Beacon Hills team and I didn't want to be the only one who didn't come.

—What about you, Mason? —I rush to say before Liam can ask me again.

—Liam didn't want to refuse to come but he didn't want to come alone either. So it has dragged me away.

—You almost begged me to bring you.

—Shut up man.

For a second river with my friends, they are hopeless. But then I notice a hand on my waist. The smile fades and I am petrified.

—Here, your drink.

Brett hands me the glass and right after he notices that who I'm talking to is Liam and Mason, because it doesn't take long for him to remove his hand from my waist.

—Wait, what are you doing here too?

—My friend's birthday is being celebrated. It is you who do not understand why you are here.

—I've been invited —he says again— But what about you, Mia. What are you doing here? Why did Brett grab you by the waist? And what you drink is alcohol? You don't drink alcohol!

—It's just Coca-Cola. And ... regarding the other.

—I think I'd better go —says Brett, fleeing the situation— Are you coming, Mason?

—Are you kidding? I don't miss this —my friend says, amused. I don't know whether to hate him for gossiping or to love him because at least I'm not alone with Liam.

—And?

—You see, I… Me and Brett…

—Are you dating?

—No. Okay, yes. I mean...

—They're together —Mason finishes saying what I don't dare—Not bundled. Together. Dating.

—Okay, Mason, thanks. I think we got it, —I say for her to shut up and stop repeating that I'm dating Brett.

—And when were you going to tell me?

—Well, I was in doubt between never and never.

—Come on buddy —Mason claps Liam on the shoulder— relax. We knew that Mia would one day date someone.

—But not with my worst enemy.

—Liam, it's not that bad —I interject— You only play in rival teams and you get on a little badly, but you haven't even had a chance to meet each other. You will get along well.

—Okay, if you like it and you're fine, I'll take it." But, you have horrible taste and if he hurts you, I don't care what you tell me, I'll hit him.

—Friend, if you hurt Mia, I'm not going to stop you." I'm going to accompany you to hit him.

—Okay, calm down. No need to hit anyone. Really.

—Is there anything else I need to know? 

—Yeah ... —Mason says— Do you think I can hook up with Josh's brother?

I laugh at my friend's comment, although he tells me he has met Corey and really liked him.

—How's it going? —Brett asks as soon as I meet him again.

—Well, I think Liam isn't going to try to kill you at the moment.

—So ... you know? —I nod in response— So I don't have to worry about being seen together in a loving way.

—Was it worrying you?

—A bit. I didn't want to cause you trouble with him.

—Well no, you don't have to worry about Liam anymore. Not by anyone.

—Brilliant.

Brett smiles and then he brings me closer to him, grabbing me by the waist and kisses me, making me slightly notice the taste of the rum cola he's drinking. And, even though I don't drink alcohol, I like that combination in his mouth.

—You don't know how much I wanted to do this. When we met the last time, the other day at the game, here tonight ... All the time.

—Well, now you can do it whenever you want.

—I'll take your word —he says and kisses me again— I hope you don't regret it —he adds and brings our lips together again in a kiss that is longer than the previous ones.