Don't|| Hunter Rowland

01.

Devyn's POV
I put on some black ripped skinny jeans and a muscle tee. I left my blonde hair wavy. I put on some eyeliner.

I jog down the stairs and see my brother Garrett standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm going to Blake's," I tell him.

"He's throwing a party tonight, isn't he," Garrett asks.

"Yeah." I respond.

"Give me five minutes I want to go with you," he says.

"Whatever."
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Loud music, people spilling drinks and grinding on each other. Drunk and high people wandering.

There were a few sober people, me being one of them. Most everyone was high and drunk.

I spotted Blake standing next to Johnny. I see Blake scanning over his house. Probably trying to protect it. Blake lives by himself and usually throws some kick ass parties. His house is usually trashed though. Being the good friend that I am I usually stay and help pick up.

"Devyn," Blake yells as I take a gulp of my drink.

"Slow down there," Johnny says and takes my drink.

I scan the room looking for people I know then I lock eyes with an unfamiliar pair.

A cloud of smoke surrounds him and his friend. His smirk is too big for my liking and his stance gives off the douche vibe. He's leaning against the wall with one leg straightened and the other bent with his foot on the wall.

He has his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes could burn holes through concert and his smile could make every person blind.

I turn around and ask Blake, "Who is that?"

"That's Hunter," he responds.

"You've never talked about him," I say as my smirk keeps growing bigger.

"No, Devyn. He can't be one of your experiments."

"I don't have experiments," I say as I roll my eyes.

"Devyn, he's not a person you can dig into. Don't try-" Blake tells me.

I started to walk toward the boy named Hunter and Blake grabbed my arm.

"Devyn, don't."