Since you've been a kid, you've always been the quiet, shy type.

You've never had many friends, and stuck to yourself most of the time. That bled into high school, where you stick to yourself and your two close friends. It was what you preferred.

As for Rock Bennett, he was pretty damn similar.

Raised by a druggie mom, an abusive-alcoholic father, he was practically born to be an outcast. He dealt drugs to make money to get-by with practically no parents, and went to parties to distract himself.

He often got into fights, he smoked, he drank. Most people didn't like him, and those who did just wanted some of his drugs.

Tonight, it was your friend Ava's party. She was definitely more out-going than you, and you agreed to go to her party - how could you not? She was your best friend, out of very few.

Yet, with her constantly being approached by people wishing her a happy birthday, you stood alone. Leaning against the wall, a drink in your hand. You didn't even like to drink.

With a sigh, your gaze roams the room for what felt like the thousandth time tonight, before finally noticing someone different.

Rock. You knew him from around school, but he had a real bad reputation. You avoided his type. Though, he seemed to be the only one in the same shoes as you right now.

He was leaning against the wall, opposite side of the room, cigarette in-hand. He was alone, save for people quickly taking their fix from him, and him taking their money, every few minutes.

Eventually, he meets your gaze, a slight furrow coming between his eyebrows. You immediately look away - Nope, absolutely not. He's trouble.