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The eyes continue to haunt me as I continue to take them in, though a little later my attention is drawn to a girl jumping on his back behind him. He turns around, and I see Miranda standing there and immediately know who this boy is; 'Wyat.'

Not wanting to see them get cute any longer, I walk into our room to go through some material for the next day. The room is still quiet now that I’m the only one here, though this doesn’t last long when Miranda and her boyfriend storm in laughing.

“Are you coming out tonight? We’re going to hang out at the dorm a little further up?” Miranda asks me, with a stare from Wyat at her. Not a happy look at least, you can clearly see that Wyat doesn’t want me there at all.

“No, I’ll stay here and study,” I reply to her and hear Wyat whispering into her ear. He did put the word nerd in there, though I try to ignore it and just continue to look at the laptop sitting on my desk. I hear him give another groan and mumble something when I hear Miranda talking back to me, “Come on Avery, come with me now and get to know some new people.”

Sighing, I just agree, because in the short time I’ve known Miranda, I know she would always go through until she gets what she wants. I hear a single laugh from them before the door closes again, and they have disappeared down the hallway. Relieved, I release my breath and do a little more work before Miranda returns alone. She sits down next to me on the bed, continuing to stare at me until I stand up and follow her into the dorm.

This dorm is very crowded, everyone is sitting through, and it even seems more like a party, making me look angrily at Miranda who obviously knew this. We arrive at a group with two other girls and five boys, Wyat being one of them.

What have I gotten myself into again? I’ve never really been a social person outside my best friend Daisy, who went to another school a little further down the road. Before we left we promised to see each other on the weekends, hopefully, I will find time to get away on the weekends.

Miranda takes a seat and knocks next to her to indicate that I can come to sit next to her, but instead, I take a seat a little further away. Wyat and I aren’t exactly off to a good start right now, which makes me not want to sit between those two.

“Where are you from?” Asks the girl next to me, to which I mumble Townsend. She looks at me like she’s forgetting something or needs to recall something far in her memory, until she suddenly exclaims, “Wyat, aren’t you from Townsend too?”

I look at him as he looks at me too. He looks at the girl and says a simple, “Yes.” She wants to ask further, but Wyatt already breaks her off; “no, we don’t know each other.”

Everyone now stares away from him and me and continues drinking from the shots on the table. I am not much of a party person and have never even been drunk. Miranda across the table hands me a shot, which I stand looking at before I knock it back.

Disgusting, what's in this, poison. Then the girl next to me hands me a lemon wedge. I take it in my mouth, which makes the taste much more pleasant. I smile at her when she starts introducing herself as Ellen, a good friend of Miranda’s. Likewise, I introduce myself; “Avery.”

Not much later, I’ve knocked back so many shots I almost don’t even know my name. There are even more guys now, and they have started to give each other orders. I am still sitting back next to Ellen with another drink in my hands, together we are talking and laughing, so we miss the conversation going around the table.

“Are you a coward?” Asks the boy with the blonde hair pointedly to me, who wasn’t even here before. Am I so far away that I didn’t even notice him? He’s handsome and honestly looks a little like Wyat, but still a little different.

“What are you saying? Sure I’m not a coward?” I say arrogantly to this boy, not at all upset by this sudden question.

“Excuse me, I thought you were afraid to join in.” He laughs at me, even more defiantly challenging me to play this ridiculous childish game. “Daring to participate, isn’t it? Too mature to like this, you could call it better,” I answer him with a crooked smile. “Wow, you are so sure of yourself that you are better than us. Although I’m willing to bet you’re secretly up for it.” Continues the boy as he takes a seat between me and Ellen and starts looking at me with his emerald green eyes.

He’s handsome and arrogant, which should alarm me into moving away from him. Although, it only makes me more interested in this boy. I try to remind myself that I’m here to learn not to be at these kinds of parties or go out with boys.

“Come, Avery, we’re going to dance,” Ellen says as she takes my hand and pulls me into another room where everyone is dancing. How did I ever miss this?

We are both on the dance floor when she starts telling me in my ear that I better watch out for that boy. He would be as Ellen says one of Wyatt’s friends and anything but a decent guy, which I certainly can’t use right now.

After standing on the dance floor for a while, I get separated from Ellen when I look for the toilet and so suddenly find myself standing in front of the boy I had better avoid or rather want to avoid.

“Stay away from Colten,” he says in a domineering tone to me. I still don’t like him, now certainly not him ordering me what to do. Who does he think he is? He is certainly not the king. “Wyat,” Miranda says, coming to stand with us with that smile on her face. I hear him mutter something more of later and then turn to her. Which immediately makes me avert my gaze from them, disgusted by their tacky mess.

The toilet is a little further on and I finally walk in and look at myself in the mirror. In the mirror, I see myself with my hair in a mess and red eyes and know that this time I have gone a little too far with the alcohol. After my restroom visit, I walked back to the rest and ran into Ellen, who was standing in a heated conversation with the boy I had just spoken to.

“What is it?” I ask staring at both of them, causing him to put a smile on his face, “Come with me, we’re going to dance.”

I follow him, looking confused at Ellen and trying to analyze their behavior from before. He is a good dancer, and we have fun together. For once, I had fun with a boy outside the one who at school usually helped me with my homework, I didn’t have much experience with boys.