You were at a party and you looked very pretty. You were only here for your friends and didn't drink the alcohol they had served because you were under-age.

That is until the loud mouthed bully that is, Landon, called your name over the music.

Landon— "Hey, kid! Why don't you come have a drink? I could show you a real good time." He was overly cocky and thought his plan would work.

Did he seriously think this was some enemies to lover's type beat?

Who's gonna tell him that you don't care?