We Found Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 1

Rose's POV:

It was spring break and my best friend Alyssa and I saved up to go to the place we've always dreamed of: the Hamptons in New York.  

We arrived at a random party and I asked, "Alyssa, are you ready for this?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she responded.

"Okay, well, let's do this."

We walk in and there's people everywhere. I grab her hand and go straight for the dance floor. We danced on each other and on other guys. We were just trying to make the most of this spring break before having to go back to Hermosa Beach.

"Alyssa, I have to use the bathroom," I say, before going to look for one.

On my way to the bathroom, I bump into a guy walking in front of me. His beer spilled all over me.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim.

"You're the one with the beer on you. I should be the one apologizing," the stranger said.

"Thank god, I'm wearing a swimsuit," I say, before seductively taking off my shirt exposing my cleavage in just a white bikini top.

"Wow, you look really familiar," the guy says. 

"Maybe from your dreams," I joke.

"No, no— well yes, but are you from around here?" he inquires.

"No, actually I'm from Hermosa Beach. I'm just here for spring break."

"Hermosa Beach.. Hmm, you didn't by chance go to Mira Costa High School, did you?" 

"Actually, I'm still attending. This is my last year there. But now that you bring up that place you remind me of this guy that was about three years ahead of me. Wait, are you Dylan O'Brien?"

"Yes, ma'am. I am. But I can't really place your face with a name."

"Oh, that's okay. I wouldn't expect you to actually know who I was. I'm Rose Holland. Nice to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine."

"So what brings you to the Hamptons?" 

"Well, I'm visiting family near here, and I just thought I'd hit up a couple of parties."

"Oh, must be nice to get away from all the fame."

"Fame?" he asks.

"You can't fool me. I might not have freaked out over who you are. But I still know that you're Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf."

"Oh, yeah. Right, how could I forget? So are you here alone?"

"Actually, no, I'm not. My friend is downstairs and I was actually looking for the bathroom."

"Oh, well, I'm pretty sure it's up the stairs and the second or third door on the right."

"Thanks, maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"I'd like that."