“And, how’s it been for you? The party, I mean.” You asked, your voice automatically raising to be heard over the loud chatter paired with the music.

No, he was not usually a party guy.

Usually he’d just stay home, read a lot of books and research werewolves which he’d spend every other afternoon doing, but this time, for whatever reason, it was different.

He actually wanted to go to this party.

Was it because it was Heather’s birthday? Not exactly. Was it because he knew that you’d be there? … Maybe.

He hadn’t spent all of his years of high school gawking over you for nothing, he had to at least try and get your attention. And there probably wouldn’t be a better opportunity than a party where everybody is too focused on themselves to even notice if he was rejected.

Yet much to his surprise, he’d actually managed to strike up a conversation with you without making a total fool of himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I uh— good. Been good.” He replied, his eyes falling to your lips before he snapped himself back to reality. “Exciting.”