“You keep acting like you’re looking for an excuse to leave.” He stood in front of you, locking his eyes onto yours in a way that made it hard to look away.

He was right though. You did want 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 kept giving you dirty looks since they thought you and Steve were together.

“And don’t give me no bullshit excuse, just tell me what’s going on.” He gave you a sharp stern look, crossing his arms while cocking his head to the side.