Dylan's POV
She was beautiful, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I saw her walk up to some dude and she seemed really angry. She started to yell at him and people were starting to stare. My blood started to boil, I wanted to punch the guy in the face for hurting her. Then all of a sudden I heard screaming and I snapped out of my thoughts to see her beating up some girl. I quickly ran over to her and pulled her off the girl. I took her to the bar to get her a drink and ask her what was wrong, but before I could say anything she instantly started drinking and was drunk within minutes. She began to get up but she fell on her face. "Are you okay I asked"? She mumbled something but I couldn't hear her. "What"? I asked. Before I knew it, I felt her lips against mine. They were soft and tasted like cherry Chapstick, I could smell the alcohol on her breath. She quickly pulled back and ran away. "WAIT"! I yelled. But she was running out the door. I ran after her but when I reached the exit I didn't see her. I felt heartbroken, I didn't even get the chance to ask her what her name was. But I knew one thing for sure, I would stop at nothing to find her.
