Avery's P.O.V: I decided to go get some fresh air when I ran into some guy. I was upset that he got beer on me but I felt bad at the same time.
" No,No it's my fault." I said to him shaking my hands. I'll admit I am a total klutz so this happens all the time. All I did was give him a faint smile gesturing that everything was alright. Even though I smell like booze.
" So, what your name?" The dark haired boy asked me. Not trying to be creepy or anything but he had nice features. His eyes were a dark brown that seemed to be gleaming. Everything about him was perfect, even his height.
" Avery." I said shyly looking down at the ground.
" I'm Dylan." He says back reaching out to shake my hand. I swear his little smirk was the most cutest thing ever. God keep myself together.
" it's nice to meet you."
" You too."
Time skip ~ ***************************************************
After talking it up with Dylan, I realized how much of a cool guy he is. Definitely not a total ass, he can be sarcastic but has a good sense of humor. I looked over and saw Brittany and Hannah walking towards us. They honestly looked hammered.
" Hey Avery, who's your friend?" Hannah asked me tiredly.
" Umm.. This is Dylan. " I say.
" Hi." Said Brittany giggling.
" It's nice to meet you both." Dylan said. I mouthed out the words that I was leaving and he just nodded and waved me goodbye, before I could step out I felt someone grab my wrist it was Dylan.
" One last thing, here's my number." He said grinning slipping a small sheet of paper into my hand.
" Ok thanks." I smiled trying not to show him I was blushing. I can't believe I just got hit on letting alone getting his number.
Hannah and Brittany are right I need to get out more.
Authors note: ignore this I had to change a little mistake xD
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