What Happens with Vegas... — Heather Mar-Gerrison

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 â€" Daisy Oldham. And you know â€" if you don't scratch the surface too much, it's kind of true â€" she is pretty incredible â€" 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 â€" she wasn't there. I must have got all needy and lonely â€" and ended up in bed with a random girl. Guess she must have felt the same way I did â€" horny. I'm not too sure â€" like I said â€" 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 â€" I wouldn't have a girlfriend anymore â€" hell, I probably wouldn't have a dick to get me into trouble with anymore either â€" yes â€" he was that protective of her…
Tyler is â€" 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 â€" and she was already mine…
That was a while ago now â€" we'd only been fifteen at the time and now we were all seventeen. Tyler still thought she was the one for him â€" and most of the time I still thought she was the one for me â€" but I can't deny that I'd been having more than a few doubts since the best night of my life ever â€" with another girl… Lydia.