Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Or, at least her father was out. The mother said something
during the fight last night about having to catch a plane today.
And Arion was away from her college for a semester
abroad, so Winter was the only other person in the house.
I climbed up from my seat, heading for Will’s door to hop
out. “I won’t take long.”
“Sooooo confident,” Will teased. “GGet a great angle for us,
okay?”
He held up the group cell phone we used to record all our
pranks, and I took it, remembering I had that shot of Winter on
it from last night. If it recorded at all. I’d dropped the phone,
but thankfully it hadn’t broken.
Stuffing it in my back pocket, I flung open the door and
hopped out, pulling up my hood.
“GGot protection?” Will asked.
“Shut the fuck up.”
I slammed the door shut, hearing his chuckle from inside,
and scaled the tree outside the wall, making my way over it in
seconds, because this was not the first time I’d done this.
Landing on my feet, I jogged across the lawn, seeing a few
lights her father left on in the house, my gaze immediately
locking on the windows of the ballroom and hearing the music
from inside. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing she was in
there.
I dug out the key she gave me and pulled off my
sweatshirt, tossing it behind some bushes, because it was
covered in smoke.
Heading around to the backdoor, I unlocked it as quietly as
possible and pushed it open, slipping into the dark kitchen and
instantly hearing the music playing as loud as she wanted,
because no one was home.
I crept down the hallway and through the foyer, veering
right, toward the open ballroom doors with the music growing
louder and drifting up to the ceiling.