As the night progressed, the music continued, and people got drunker and crazier, as is usual for college parties. So cliché, but just a fact. About 10:00 pm hit and things were really starting to get hyped up. I thought it was crowded before, but now it was like you couldn't take two steps without being squished between people dancing, making out, talking, or just fumbling around like drunken idiots.

I sat on the end of one of Taylor's sofas and laid my head back, exhausted from the noise and crowd (If you're an introvert, you get it). I closed my eyes for a moment before feeling the couch sink next to me and a shoulder brushed up against mine. My eyes opened in shock as I looked to see who was making themself so comfortable. 

'If it isn't the douchebag.' The man from earlier leaned toward me and reached up to touch my face.

"Funny seeing you here," he said drunkenly, the pungent scent of alcohol on his breath. I leaned as far back as I could in an attempt to put distance between us.

"What an original line, you must be so proud." 

He furrowed his eyebrows as if he took offense. "Listen, babe, you need to chill out. It was a joke." 

I looked at him firmly. "Don't call me that." 

I moved forward to get up off the couch but his arm shot out across my legs to stop me.

"Hey, sweetie don't leave, I just want to get to know you!" he said with a whine. 

I shoved his arm away from me and jumped up. "Oh, will you just shut up? You don't want to know me, you want to get me in bed. Go find a girl who will actually waste 30 seconds of her time sleeping with you because this one isn't interested."

With that, I quickly moved through the crowd to get to the kitchen where there weren't so many people. Right before I was able to exit the living room, I bumped right into a firm chest. I looked up.

'Woah.'

Electric blue eyes looked down at me and I couldn't help but stare for a moment. He didn't break my gaze. His long, dark eyelashes were like a curtain as he looked down at me. He had dark brown hair in a quiff haircut. Serious, angular eyebrows, a sharp jawline defined by a 5 o'clock shadow, and flawless, tan skin.

"Uhm, I'm sorry...I--"

"Don't be," a smooth, deep voice came from his mouth as his lips curled up in a playful grin, "I don't mind when a pretty girl bumps into me."

I started to blush and looked down, but a hand touched my chin and drew my face back upwards to once again look into those captivating blue eyes. 

"What's your name?" 

I was speechless. This wasn't normal for me.

Wait, what is my name again....?

"I'm... I'm Ember." 

A full smile displayed his straight, white teeth. "Damien."

"Nice to meet you, Damien," I said with a timid smile.