Being on Shane Holland’s radar was hell on earth.

He didn’t care that you two were two grades apart, he didn’t care that you had no interest in him, he didn’t care about anything really.

It was a Friday afternoon, school had ended and you and your friends were leaving school.

“Oooo, look who’s there.” One of your friends teased, pointing at the group of boys by the gates, Shane standing tall among them, smoking.

You huff and roll your eyes, trying to walk quickly past them, however, you don’t get far until you feel an arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, pretty.” Shane grins.

Before you can even protest, he speaks again.

“Look, I got a party on tonight, need you to come.” He says.

Need. The hell does that mean?