Try to fix me.

Danny----->

(1) The First Glance

"Hey kids you can't sleep here," a manly voice says pulling me out of my light sleeping.  

 I seriously hope I'm imagining a voice. This is the first great sleep I've had in a while. I groan. I open my eyes and look at the fuzzy scenery, I was laying on grass in the dark of night (err maybe morning) in some kind of forest or park, tree after tree next to each other, a pathway visable close by. It was probably to those who travel through here a.k.a probably how we got here. And I didn't know where I was, but damn I knew I must have had fun to have gotten here. Groaning I sit up. I dust off my black jeans, swiping the pebbles off my exposed stomach, my black cropped tee having left my bare stomach exposed to the ground when I was sleeping. My belly piercing glowing in the light of the fire. I swipe the rest of the dirt off my open black leather jacket. I notice my friends lying around the campfire, which was still crackling and bright. They were all sleeping cozy like they weren't on the ground in the middle of a forest passed out. Quickly I grab my phone from my front pocket snapping a picture for memory of another adventure, I glance at the time. It was 4am and I realize I have a wicked hang over.  

Blood was pumping loudly in my head causing me to scowl, I hiss lightly from the pain 

"What are you doing here? It's late you should all be home! Isn't the first day of school tomorrow?!" I cringe from the loudness of the man's voice. So he wasn't a dream I guess. 

I quickly get up and stare at the man. I was in shock, this man was gorgeous no more older then 24 at the maximum. He had chiseled features and deep brown eyes, matching his tan and dark hair and if his good looks hadn't come as a shock to me then him being half naked might have. He was wearing nothing but track pants. His glorious muscles flexing as he folded his arms against his chest. 

"Well?" he presses. 

"I passed out from to much to drink probably," I say. 

"You're to young to drink," he scolds. 

I roll my eyes and smirk at his remark, " Thank you Sherlock Homes I was wondering if I would every solve the case of the drinking age." 

"Someone has got a smart mouth." 

"Someone hasn't gotten any in a while." 

"Stop with your games you are on private property, get off our land," he says not finding my snarky comment amusing. 

I must have hit a nerve. Score! 

"We'll be out by sunrise, I still have my friends to wake up" I smirk. 

"I'll give you ten minutes before I call the police," he threats. 

"Call'em I'm not scared of the police ," if he thinks me being thrown in jail will scare me then he is dead wrong I've been to jail many times. The funny thing was it was all probably from trespassing, being intoxicated and being caught with drugs. Not that I cared only slightly ticked off that I never got my "illegal substances" back. I knew I was just trying to escape it all, hating the freak that I am. 

'Not here, not now, it's is not the place to have a break down' I growl to myself. 

Not wanting to get my friends in trouble I gave Travis, being the one closes to me, a hard kick on the leg to wake him. 

"Well someone looks a bit scared. Not a very nice wayto wakee up your friends," the idiot exclaims. 

"Hey you better watch your-" 

"Settle down Lou!" a voice interrupted me. A figure emerged from behind the trees, I being to distracted with Lou's good looks and our banter to notice.