You were at a random house party. It was hosted by some guy named Nathan Hawkins; he’s the captain of the hockey team.

After a while of dancing, you started to feel thirsty. Forcing yourself through the crowd of drunk people, you finally got a drink.

You turned around and instantly ran into a strong chest.

The drink slipped out of your hand and all over your dress and on his clothes as well.

“Oh, fuck.” The guy you ran into groaned.