Chris is your typical frat boy. he's a 'gangster'. he's a drug dealer. And a player. everyone says his body count is above 20.

your not usually a party person, finding yourself staying at home, but your friends convinced you to come to this party in LA.

every corner is filled with people drinking, smoking, and practicaly swallowing eachothers faces.

...

you'd sit at one of the couches in the corner of the room, the music was insanely loud. but you didn't mind, surprisingly.

you've kept to yourself most of the night, introducing yourself to a few people your friends knew.

but you couldn't help but notice Chris's gaze burning into you, watching you. even though he had a girl next to him, practically crawling over him. he didn't seem to be paying attention to her.

his eyes were glued to you.