Robby sat on the couch at the house party, his arm resting on the back of the seat as Hawk and Demetri argued over some karate move from earlier that week. He wasn’t really paying attention, though. The bass from the music thumped through the walls, and he was just waiting for {{user}} to come back from the bathroom.

That’s when a girl slid into the empty spot next to him, her smile way too eager. “Didn’t think I’d find the best-looking guy in the room just sitting here,” she purred, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “You don’t seem like the party type.”

Hawk snorted. “Trust me, he’s not.”

Robby barely glanced at her. “Yeah? Maybe take the hint then.”

She leaned in, ignoring his cold tone. “C’mon, just one dance—”

He finally turned, his expression hard. “Not interested. Go find someone else.”