Page 112 of Wright Together

West whistled from the backseat and leaned forward. “When you said he threw a party, I didn’t expect this from a fifteen-year-old.”

Neither had I.

I’d never really been the rebellious type. I’d left that up to my twin. But even he wouldn’t have known where to begin to throw this wild of a house party at the ripe old age of fifteen. Music blasting, teenagers jumping into the lake, people screaming on the lawn, every light on in the place, and I could count at least three kegs on the deck. Not to mention the large outdoor window was smashed to pieces. Great.

“How have they not had the cops called on them already?” Harley asked as she found an open parking spot.

“Off season?” West guessed.

Ransom Canyon was full of people Memorial Day to Labor Day weekends, but only locals were here in the off season. Still, I would think someone would have already called about the noise.

“We’ll see,” I said as I got out of the car.

I’d put on a suit, and I’d made West put one on despite his protests.

We looked more intimidating as a pair, and I wasn’t particularly looking forward to breaking this up. Because if this didn’t get shut down by me, it was certainly going to get shut down by the cops.

I took a deep breath and then strode toward the house. Teenagers looked at me with fear on their faces. A few grabbed at each other and darted out of the house. They were the smart ones.

Colton appeared then. Miraculously, he wasn’t drunk. He’d been smart enough to call me. But now, he looked worried. I was certain he was second-guessing his decision.

“Hey, boss,” he said.

I continued toward the front door.

Colton trailed me. “What are you going to do?”

“What I have to.”

I stormed through the living room and stopped the music. Jensen’s rather impressive full house stereo system was silent all at once. Everyone looked around in confusion as the bass beat to their party disappeared.

“All right, party’s over. Head on home!” I called into the crowd.

A groan came from all assembled.

“Come on, man. We’re having a good time,” some guy yelled.

“It’s either you leave when I ask or you leave when the cops do.”

The guy flipped me off, put his arm around a girl, and headed out of the party.

Colton crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “Fuck.”

I looked down at him and just said, “Hmm.”

West came to stand at my side. We looked like a set pair. Though he didn’t quite look like he fit into my suit. We were the same height, but West never wore clothes like this, and thus they wore him and not the other way around.

“Should we just be letting them leave?” West asked.

“Happens all the time,” Harley said. “They’ll have a plan to get home.”

Colton frowned. “This is bullshit.”

That was when Colton’s “friends” from earlier that summer appeared. Monk, Chet, and I hadn’t gotten the third kid’s name.

“Colton, what the fuck?” Monk asked.

“Yeah. Did you call someone to break this up?” Chet asked.