Trevor and you were not very good friends.

Your brother was on the rival team of his and they fought often.

Of course, Trevor knew your face. How could he not? You were the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. And right now, he was staring at you across the room of a party you two were at.

You were a little underage to be drinking, so he walked up to you- beer in hand, and leaned into your ear from behind.

"Wrap it up," He grumbled, "I'm taking you home."