(Scott's POV)
"You don't mind us dancing," I heard him say with a smile as I got closer to them. Allison nodded, returning the smile. The man stretched out his hand, and just as Allison was about to accept it, I held her hand, making her stand up.
"She isn't going to dance with you," I said, my voice cold, just like the way I was glaring at him.
"What are you doing?" Allison asked, trying to take her hand from me, but I held it tightly.
"Scott Stiles," the man smiled at me. "I didn't know you come to parties like this."
"Yes, I do. You should find someone else to dance with. She is with me," I said icingly, not caring if he was smiling at me. I'm always protective of the things I love, and Allison is at the top of that list.
Before Allison could protest that she didn't come with me,
