𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐁 𝐄

𝑭𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Luna's POV

"Can one of you stick by me since I don't really know anyone here-" I looked over to my side and noticed Matt, Alex, and Ash had already left me.

I sighed and closed the door behind myself, pushing my way through the crowd of sweaty girls grinding on half drunk boys.

The music was so loud that I could literally feel the base shaking the house.

I hate party's.

I only barely agreed to come to this because I thought it would be a good distraction from my chaotic life.

But taking into consideration that I was home schooled my entire life up until now, my social skills are quite poor.

I don't have social anxiety but making friends definitely can be a bit nerve racking at times.

Especially for me considering I'm the girl who's nudes got passed around the entire school.

I sighed as I had finally got to the kitchen, making my way toward the fridge for a non-alcoholic drink.

Preferably soda.

"Excuse me." I tapped the girls shoulder who was currently blocking the fridge.

She turned around and low and behold, it was Billie.

God, as if this day couldn't get any worse.

I'll just play nice just in case she really is my stalker.

"Hey, Billie-"

Before I could even finish speaking, she rolled her eyes at me and walked off.

Okay then..

I was about to go for a soda when she had unexpectedly came right back.

"You look really pretty today." She said angrily.

She made her last exit from the kitchen, leaving myself dazed and confused.

How did she even get into this party? No one likes her.

I shrugged it off and went for a canned coke considering it was the only soda in the fridge.

It's my favorite too.

"LUNA!" I heard Alex call for me.

I could tell she was already drunk. Or tipsy at the least.

"Luna, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Gus." She slurred, dragging over some tall, skinny guy with a bunch of face tats and dyed hair.

Half pink, half black.

He looks really white.

 And I thought Billie was see through, jeez.

"Hi, I'm Luna." I smiled, politely shaking his hand.

"I'm Gus but you can just call me peep."

"He's in a band." Alex smirked, leaning against him as she took a sip of her what I assumed to be an alcoholic beverage.

"It's not a band but- yeah." He chuckled.

Cool.

"Do you rap or sing?" I asked curiously.

"A little bit of both, actually. I'm not that good though."

"Bullshit." Alex coughed.

He chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes.