What Happens with Vegas...

My name is Vegas McKenzie and I am officially a screw-up. It should be tattooed on my forehead, no seriously
Everyone (Tyler especially) thinks I have the most amazing girlfriend in the whole world Daisy Oldham. And you know if you don't scratch the surface too much, it's kind of true she is pretty incredible she's beautiful and smart and funny and sexy. So what's the problem? Weren't you paying attention? I am.
I did it again. I got drunk at a party she wasn't there. I must have got all needy and lonely and ended up in bed with a random girl. Guess she must have felt the same way I did horny. I'm not too sure like I said I got drunk. I really had to stop doing that
I had to stop doing things like this, full stop. Daisy didn't deserve a boyfriend like me. And if Tyler Barton got wind of it for a second time I wouldn't have a girlfriend anymore hell, I probably wouldn't have a dick to get me into trouble with anymore either yes he was that protective of her
Tyler is or rather, was, following the previous night's disaster, my best mate. We've grown up together and until we both decided that Daisy Oldham was 'the one' we got on like a house on fire.
Unfortunately, it never occurred to me that Tyler was secretly in love with her until it was too late and she was already mine
That was a while ago now we'd only been fifteen at the time and now we were all seventeen. Tyler still thought she was the one for him and most of the time I still thought she was the one for me but I can't deny that I'd been having more than a few doubts since the best night of my life ever with another girl Lydia.

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