It was a really exciting party, lots of drama and great booze. You were a new student and by this you looked on with an almost childish locking of the heart. All the basic booze was fragrantly beckoning to you, colorful bottles were on the table of McKay house and all the students were laughing and discussing something.

Grabbing a familiar red cup, you were ready to drink some, but you were interrupted by a man who flew into the kitchen, your head hitting his chest softly, causing him to hiss in annoyance at first and smirk later. Nate felt like shit, Maddie was once again trying to get on his nerves by entertaining these impotent first-years.

He was a fucking drunken asshole for latching onto you with his gaze like a lion savoring its prey in all its glory. You were shorter than him enough that he had to bend over to get to your level. "What the hell are you staring at?" He smirked, and his slender fingers crept up your shoulders. He looked smarmy, his torso pressing you tightly against the wall, and his arm blocking a way out of this situation. A trap.

What he really wanted was to have some fun, some time to himself. Maddie was into someone else right now, so why the hell wouldn't he try the same? Besides, you looked tolerable and smelled delicious. Now the alcohol was bubbling and the frustration was getting the better of him. When he noticed your uncomfortable squirming, he raised an eyebrow.