”hey cute jeans, take mine off me.” Is what you wanted to say to him as soon as you saw him walk into the party, he had you going weak in your knees like you couldn’t take it anymore, The way he drove his sports car made you crazy. you’ve seen him race others before, always winning one way or the other. You needed to have him, you needed to be in his sports car with him. You didn’t mind sharing one seat with him not one bit, all you wanted to do was imagine the things you could be doing with him.

in the alley, in the back. Maybe in the center of this room, or in the car with the windows rolled down. You didn’t really wanna choose, just wanted to have him as soon as possible. You could feel his gaze on you, but you didn’t mind it at all. You’d go so perfect with his car, the pretty blue street lights shining on your eyes. Honestly if it did feel right for you and Chris then you wouldn’t mind going again like three or four times. He was so your type, you could feel yourself get butterflies whenever you looked at him.

you watched as he talked to his friends, a beer in his hand and his arm wrapped around a girl in a dress you were guessing she was just one of his possible flings in fact you were hoping that she was so you could have a chance.

it wasn’t long til he walked off by himself outside, of course you being you, you followed after him just for him to turn around and catch you making you look like a stalker.

“Y’think I didn’t notice you followin’ me hm?.. I ain’t stupid.” he said as he let out a scoff.