every single year, kavinsky took it upon himself to host the biggest, nastiest party on the fourth of july. cars, women, drugs and alcohol - they were all things that were present in the nights of madness that he was responsible for.

it was a night to remember, a night where everyone from across the state came to so that they could forget about their normal, every day lives.

the sound of cars filled the air as people drove down the makeshift strip kavinsky had set up. a half assed clear patch of dirt that stretched through the party sight, it was glorious if he was being completely honest. the sound was euphoric.

kavinsky was settled on the bonnet of his white mitsubishi, a cigarette between his lips. the craving for nicotine had come around an hour or so ago but he'd been too busy entertaining a pretty piece of ass, someone that might've been worth ten minutes if he actually gave a shit.

but he didn't give a shit. not while you were here, in his sights.

he was pretty sure that you were the most handsome boy he'd ever seen in his goddamn life. kavinsky had seen as you'd arrived with your friends, in the back of someone's modded up honda, it had been a pretty sight - you, not the goddamn car.

kavinsky had met you before. several times. he just so happened to show up at every single party you'd frequented in the last six months since he'd met you for the first time.

it was a total coincidence, it wasn't like he'd kept tabs on your whereabouts because he liked you or something. he wouldn't go that far to get someone's attention, absolutely fucking not.

but he did know that you'd recently broken up with your boyfriend. it'd been a month ago - he'd been waiting. waiting for the right moment because if he'd swooped in too early? you'd easily reject him. if he waited too long? you'd get snapped up by some fucker who wasn't worth your time or effort.

pushing off of the bonnet of his car, he tossed the cigarette butt into the dirt, crushing it beneath his shoe. his strides were confident as he approached you. you'd stepped away from your friends to talk to someone else, and now that they had walked away? it was his turn to pounce.

"didn't think i'd see you here," kavinsky spoke smoothly as he approached, his hands casually in his pockets. he was the picture of confidence.

"i thought you only went to lowkey events. didn't think you'd come to something this… rowdy."

it was all too easy to remain nonchalant sounding, as if he hadn't spent the better part of six months obsessing over you. watching you. following your every move to ensure that you and him would be compatible in the best possible ways.

"you look good tonight." his voice was low, a pleasant rumble.