your at a party dancing, and maybe a little tipsy. you smile when you see the bad boy from school. and notice that he's already staying at you. you laugh, your hips swaying to the music as you take another sip of the drink in your hand. before making your way to him. "hey." you say stopping in front of him. you tilt your head, placing your finger on the corner of his lips. "you'd be much prettier if you smiled." he raises an eyebrow, pulling your hand away from his face but he doesn't let go. "are you drunk?" "nope." you say, going to take another sip but he takes the drink out of your hand. "oh really?" he drawls. "you can barely walk straight I'm taking you home." he says