Lost in all the city lights...

I don't want to leave you...

"Hey..." The man named 'Chris' spoke softly, placing a gentle hand onto my shoulder. I felt sudden sparks break through me as the pressure of his hand met my nerves.

"Um- hello." I whimpered, trying not let out a pleased noise from the sudden contact.

"You're quite the adorable one, aren't you?" He murmured, causing my cheeks to light up a bright red colour. I looked down and giggled into my shaking hand.

"I don't know how to answer that." I whispered, noticing he hadn't taken his hand off my shoulder. But I didn't make it seem obvious, I didn't want him to stop.

"How are you anyway? Enjoying the party we set up?" Chris spoke up softly, looking at me in the eye with a slight seductive hint.

"I'm at the point where I feel quite at home..." I replied, beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable with all this attention.

"I was surprised that somebody has attractive as you would walk through the door." He smirked, running a hand through my shoulder length black hair, making me let out a little gasp.

"I- I erm- I'm flattered... To say the least..." I smiled. Not sure what to do with my hands, I slightly rested my right hand on where his one was sitting in my hair.

"So... Uh-"

"It's Ricky."

"So, Ricky, care to dance? You look like you need some fun." He purred.

How the hell is this guy a teacher?

He's attractive, witty and certainly has a way with words.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the dance floor, before telling me to stay where I was. I saw him walk towards the DJ there and whispered something. To be honest, I was quite confused, so I starred at everyone dancing to the current song playing.

But that soon ended, a heavier song began to play and all I could think was, 'he has a good taste too.'

He rushed back over to me and smirked,

"this, my dear, is a song the band and I wrote. It's called, 'A-M-E-R-I-C-A."

I smiled widely as the instruments began to play after the intro, make me nod my hair slightly, on the verge of going crazy and headbanging, like I usually do in my room on my own of with my friends.

We danced for about an hour, but hell did that time go fast. I hugged Chris after he removed us from the empty dance floor. (Seems to me that everyone had either gone home, gone to get shit-faced drunk, or just passed out.)

"Thanks so much for this, Chris." I whispered into his chest, moving away to look up at him.

He held the most adorable grin that I had ever seen.

"You're very welcome. I'd like to see more of you." He whispered back to me.

That made me speechless. This wasn't a one-night-thing?

He was actually... FLIRTING with ME!?

This is a completely new experience for me...

"Are you in any of my classes?" He spoke quietly close to my ear.

"I think I've got music tomorrow..." I spoke back, feeling a bit awkward that a teacher is asking me out, I think...

"Okay, well, we will just have to see how much quality time we can get together." He laughed, stroking my cheek slightly with his thumb, making my cheeks cheat up, once again for about the 100th time tonight.

"That'd be great." I replied, my voice cracking slightly from the way that my body had given up on caring from all this affection.

Before I could do anything, I felt him do the unexpected, I felt his soft lips on mine. The sparks were more intense that before. My mind went blank and all I could do was focus on the positive thing which was happening to me right now.

He pulled away after a few seconds before smiling, which I returned.

"See you tomorrow, cutie." He smirked, before turning away and walking out the door. I blushed deeply as he turned around and winked at me, throwing a piece of paper in my direction, I quickly caught it and read it.

'Ricky, call me some time, alright? You're adorable and I may be crushing a little on you. I can't wait for class tomorrow since I can simply marvel at your beauty. ~Chris xox'

My heart thumped and I looked up to see that he had already left.

"I love you, and I don't even know you." I whispered to myself.

I then looked back at the piece of paper, smiling as I saw a little lipstick stain mark with his number jotted down.

"I'll have you, and we can be together, even if it kills me."