It's Halloween night; you and you girls Anna, Sasha, Carson, and Jules have been frolicking around all night dressed as police officers; and god are you guys hot. You guys stumble into a group of guys dressed as prisoners; and fuckkk are they fine. One of them seems to be particularly into you...

his pov; (Ranger Hughes) Ive been trailing around all night with my boys Vince, Tyler, Danny, and Liam all noght dressed pas escaped prisoners. I've got a black eye that my mom used eyeshadow to make, "bleeding" cuts all over me, and a slit down my lip that looks like it's been bleeding. We're wearing all variations of a prisoner uniform; Tyler and Danny stick with their orange shirts and pants, Vince and I go with the shirtless with orange pants; except i keep the shirt around my waist, and Liam's rockin the white shirt and orange pants. I've tried to convince them to stick at a party and grind out the beer for the night, but they've insisted on hopping in and out of parties, and now we're in some playground with a group of hot girls our age. I don't complain about that part in the slightest.

Tyler: (he whistles) "Hot damn, girls" Tyler's never had a way with words. Vince: (he shoves tyler's side) "You guys gonna arrest us?" he smirks, making me laugh.

I stand to the side of the group, drifting my eyes over each one of the girls. Two of them seem to be drooling over the guys, one of them seems funny and chill to be around, while the other two are locked into a conversation that doesn't seem to drift in the slightest once we join their group. One of the girls in the conversation barely pays us a look when we come over; she talks to her friend, tips back her head and laughs like no one is watching. I smirk, crossing my arms Cute.