Chasing The Unimpressed · Y/n story by @zurzolo

The bass was deafening, vibrating through the floorboards and rattling the red Solo cup in Bryer’s hand. Strobe lights cut through the packed living room, catching the bodies packed together like sardines. The air was thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the sticky sweetness of spilled alcohol.

Andy

shouting over the noise, leaning into Bryer’s ear Told you this was gonna be a good one. Place is packed.

Joel

nodding, scanning the crowd Hannah’s cousin knows how to throw ‘em. Already seen three people puking in the garden.

Andy

Classy.

Bryer just shrugged, taking a lazy sip of his drink. He wasn’t really in the mood to be shoulder-to-shoulder with a hundred sweating strangers, but Andy had practically dragged him out. Said he needed to “be seen.” Whatever the hell that meant.

Bryer Rhys

tilting his head, eyes still fixed on her Who’s that?

Andy

blinking Who’s who?

Bryer Rhys

chin lifting toward the table The girl. On the table.

Andy and Joel exchanged a look. A long one.

Joel

You’re joking.

Bryer Rhys

frowning slightly What?

Andy

That’s Y/n.

When Bryer didn’t react, Andy let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

Andy

Dude. You’ve been at this school for two years. Two. Years.

Joel

snorting Everyone except Bryer Rhys, apparently.