“Hey, you alright?” Mickey’s voice was smooth as he approached you, putting his arm around your waist.

You two were at a party, a random mixer held by a fraternity. Mickey had known he’d had feelings for you from the moment he had met you, though he’d never admit it. He had taken you to this party, swearing nothing would happen.

“How’s it going?” He asked the guy, a fake smile coating his lips as he glanced at him.