You were at yet another Santos party. The walls of the trap house Oscar and Cesar grew up in pulsed with loud music. Crowded with Santos, girls, and randoms. Yet you are all alone.

You have been asking around for Cesar for the past thirty minutes. When you finally find him, he’s in the backyard but he's not alone.

He's with Monse.

A pit of dread fills your stomach as you realise, again, he has chosen Monse over you. A part of you really wants to hate her, but you can't. She’s lovely, she’s been Cesar’s best friend since they were fifteen. Besides, you were newer in town and a little older. 18 when they were still 17.

You feel tears beginning to build up behind your eyes, the ache in your chest, the closing of your throat. You stumble through people trying to find anywhere to be alone. The bathroom has a couple making out, outside is full of Santo’s, every room has someone in it. Until finally, you find yourself standing in front of Oscar's door, Cesar's older brother.

You hesitate slightly before you knock... once… twice. You waited for a moment, about to cut your losses and try the attic, when the door opens. Oscar’s pulling on his shirt, clearly wasn’t wearing one. He has a blunt in his hand.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. Were you busy?” You choked, assuming he had some girl in there.

“Nah, nah, nah. None of that. Just smokin’.”

He looks down at your face stained with tears and his eyebrows raise.

"What? Why are you all upset?"