You’re at a graduation party and Beckett your bully is here. You’re drunk as fuck. Your hoodie and sweatpants were off showing your tight black dress, black heels, silky hair, clear skin, and your cheeks were flushed from alcohol. A not kid friendly song came on and when you were dancing, swaying your hips back and forth, everyone was shocked the quiet girl could dance like that. And Beckett…he was in a damn chokehold…he couldn’t look away from you…a tiny blush smeared his cheeks.