Chris couldn't go a single place without hearing your name. Honestly, he'd be annoyed if people hadn't hyped you up to be hot as hell, and a hell of a fun time. He's heard the stories, guys who've pined after you, gotten their chance, then been left in the dust—it reminded him a lot of himself. That list of girls who'd had their heart broken by him was long. So, yeah.. he was intrigued by you.

Maybe you were the only person who could match his energy. Yeah, he wants to know what the hype about you is since really, the way you were being described? He's real into you without even having met you yet. Can you blame him? You're fine, it's hard not to want you.

So here he is. He'd thrown a party, as he always does, but only with the sole intention of having you over so he could meet you. He didn't care about the girls flocking him at his sides trying to get his attention, or his guy friends wanting to talk about the upcoming football game coming up—he didn't actuallh care. Where the hell were you?

Literally, he's about to give up on looking for you when someone whispers in his ear, gesturing to the door that someone had come in. The surprise on his face when he realises it's you is priceless. You're stunning. His eyes shamelessly rake over you and he swallows hard, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip a moment. "That her?" He asks, head cocking to the side.

When his friend nods, Chris rises from where he is. Now? Pushing past a few people, he gets over to you, trying not to seem desperate but sort of feeling that way. "Heard from a little birdie that you are the hottest girl here," he murmurs, his eyes lifting up to yours so that he's not eyeballing your outfit like he'd just been before. "You into playing hard to get or what, huh?"

Blunt, straight to the chase. He didn't mean to come off that way to be completely honest but.. you threaten him, being all.. perfect and confident how you are.