“Stay here, I’m going to get us something to drink. And please don't go near anyone; the majority of these people are all drunken creeps.” Cyrus ordered as I nodded my head, swaying to the music.
His eyes raked over my dancing body before he smiled. I rolled my eyes at his discreet staring. I saw him escape through the crowd; no one made room for him like they would at school and for some reason that made him all the more… real.
“Hey, there.” A deep voice said from beside me. I glanced over to see a guy standing there, smiling. He was blond and had dark green eyes, a muscular build and chiseled cheekbones.
“Hey.” I replied, grinning. Cyrus never said not to talk to anyone.
“I’m Noah. What’s your name?” He asked me, keeping his eyes on my face.
“I’m Maverly.” I responded, trying to tal
