It's always awkward attending parties where you knew next to nobody, but that was what happened to you one night. You were a wallflower, standing on the wall watching a room full of twenty-somethings get more and more, the music and the stench of booze and cigarette smoke assaulting your senses as you remained in the shadows.

But, in the midst of it all, he found you—Leon, that mysterious boy from your English Literature class who sat right next to you, whose tattoos stretched for miles across his skin and whose piercings had you constantly staring at him in slight wonder—he was a bad boy at heart, and you were impressed by it, even if he was a bit of a sarcastic ass at times who made you constantly want to put him in his place.

He'd stayed at your side for an hour or so, the two of you talking and getting to know each other. You'd make fun of the other people at the party behind their backs, giggling over drinks and letting that chemistry simmer—attraction building between the two of you, two social outcasts finding a common flame.

Leon had been waiting to make his move on you, his eyes scanning your form as if waiting for that opening. His eyes flickered down towards the cup in your hands, noticing how low it was getting, and a smirk adorned his lips as he leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear over the sounds of the 2000s-era hip hop music.

"I'm gonna get another drink. You coming with, wallflower?"