Blue Eyed Bambi

Ch.22

Laughter spins around us as we dance in circles and spins. Blaze and I are dancing our asses off, laughing at our atrocious dance moves.

Kaden wanted to catch up with Rose which I am weirdly okay with.

He already told me that they're nothing more than friends so I have nothing to worry about.

"Whew, that was fun!" I laugh when the song ends.

"Yeah, best dance of the night!" Blaze laughs back, twirling me one more time.

"I need to get a drink, want anything?" I ask Blaze.

"Can you get me a water please?" I nod my head walking towards the snack table.

Our schools dances are usually set up like this; Snacks in the far corner, hidden from public eye. DJ blasting in the front of the gym, and couples making out on the dance floor.

As I'm walking towards the table I only see one figure standing near the punch bowl.

"Hey! Stop pouring that in there!" I yell, seeing the person standing next to the punch bowl pouring heavy amounts of alcohol into it.

The guy turns around putting the liquor down. The breath is knocked out of me as I look at him, I know I have Kaden but this guy is really good looking. Of course not as good looking as Kaden, Kaden tops the cake.

Tattoos liter his body, going all the way up to his neck. His hair is short on the sides while the top half is full and luscious, styled perfectly. His face is angular and structured, almost like a model's. He towers over me, not as tall as Kaden though. The black t-shirt he is wearing hugs every single muscle of his body, giving me a full sight of his well toned torso.

I know I shouldn't be staring at a guy like this when I have a boyfriend, but my staring is more for appreciation of the art than anything else. When you see a beautiful person it's kind of hard not to stare, girl or boy.

His eyes glide over my body, almost like he's taking in every aspect of my appearance.

"Damn. I would stop anything for that face," He smirks, setting the bottles of alcohol down and walking towards me.

"Uh- I.." I stutter as he walks almost suffocatingly close to me.

"Hmm?" He says taking my chin in his hands.

"What's your name doll face?" He asks, minty breath washing over my face. His eyes stare deeply into mine, the colors a beautiful mix. Somewhat familiar.

Breaking out of my trance, I shake out of his grip and take a step back.

"Hey! You can't do that, there are some kids who don't drink, it's not nice to spike their only source of cold liquid! And with that amount of alcohol you can kill a person!" I yell, pushing at his chest for him to back up.

Bad decision. His rock hard abs press underneath my finger and I'm astonished at how built he actually is.

"The names Wilder Jaxton," he smirks, walking up closer to me, "Now will you tell me your name?"

"If you back up I will!" I scowl, crossing my arms against my chest.

Wilder backs up, smirking at my flustered state.

"My names Willa, now will you please take those bottles of alcohol away and pour that punch out?"

"Uh uh uh, tell me your full name please." Wilder presses on.

"Willow Green Colt! Do you want my birth certificate too?" I bring my arms up, exasperated.

"Nope. Now I will take the bottles but you have to help me with the punch." I mutter an okay, even though I know fully well that he can take the punch by himself.