You don't know how it happened. One drink after another hits your head like a brick, making you feel so much fun. You stood in the middle of Tommy's living room, dancing wildly with your classmates on the makeshift dancefloor. Suddenly, two strong hands caught your hips in a grasp, moving them along the song's rhythm. You smirked, tipsy, surprised by the suggestive act. You lean your body back against the guy's chest, tilted your head, looked up, and saw his smirk. Billy Hargrove's smirk.