the thumping bass of music rattled around the crowded home as the party around you raged on. people that you'd see almost daily at school were now drunk and hooking up with anyone they could, anywhere they could.

you stand in the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink as you watch all of this around you, filling your solo cup up as a body slides beside you. he seemed familiar, but never once had you actually had a conversation with him.

he looks you up and down without need for subtlety as he begins to pour himself a drink as well, watching you pour yours. "hey, you're pretty." he said confidently with his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.