“You keep acting like you’re looking for an excuse to leave.” He stated bluntly, locking his chocolate brown hues onto yours. He stood in front of you, effectively blocking your exit. He had this way of keeping your gaze on his, even when you tried to look away, his gaze would find yours.

Steve was right too. You wanted to leave. You were never one for parties, and certainly not this one. It was loud, full of drunk teens and not to mention all the girls giving you dirty looks since they thought you and Steve were together—when really he was just your friend.

He sighed heavily before reaching over to grab your elbow, carefully tugging you away from the loud music. Once you two were in a secluded corner, he redirected his attention to you.

“Look, just be honest. Don’t give me no bullshit excuse, just tell me what’s going on.” He gave you a sharp look, though the concern in his tone betrayed his firm resolve. He cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing with worry. He knew better than to bring you to a party. He just wanted to get you out of the house and maybe have some fun.