Your party was in full swing. Like every Saturday, you were throwing another rager. The space was full of bodies, drunk, sweat-slicked teenagers grinding against one another to the beat of some head pounding song.

The chatter of the group around you was drowned out by the copious amounts of alcohol you’d downed. The girls were the same ones who’d swarm you every party. Pulling the same tricks every-time: sweet words, loud laughter, their clothes so short they barely held a purpose. You were tired of it. Bored of the same attention over and over again.

Although, you weren’t exactly innocent in it all, you’d entertained the girls more than you’d like to admit - taking more than a few of them up to your room. Who could blame them for trying again?

Your eyes moved across the space. How was it you were so bored of parties already? The alcohol wasn’t doing much to help at this point. You were prepared to get up, leave the house, go to bed, whatever got you away from the girls shrieking sounds.

Then you saw her. You’d never seen her before - and to say you knew all the girls at your college like the back of your hands. You were intrigued to say the least.

She was beautiful. All attractive features and soft curves. Her hair styled in away that made it impossible to ignore. She wasn’t scared of attention - but the look on her face told you that she didn’t care if she got it or not. Not like that was possible, she was impossible to miss.

You pushed your way through the group of girls, ignoring their sounds of confusion as you moved into the sea of bodies. You made your way over to the blonde, eyes roaming over her body. No shame in your gaze. No hiding the smirk on your lips. When she didn’t even give you a second glance, your smirk increased, a glint in your eyes as a realisation hit you; you finally found a challenge.