The Popular Girls Brother.

Prologue.

The music bounced off the walls as underage teenagers fance to the loud music. Teenagers were grinding into one another, Rosie and I danced as normal as possible without looking like a fish out of water. It was a normal Friday night for teenagers to go out and party, get drunk and have huge hangovers tomorrow morning. Rosie and I were singing loudly to the music like everyone else, normally I wouldn't come to these things, socialising isn't really my thing. Rosie dragged me off the dance flor and towards the kitchen for drinks. 
"This party is fun." Rosie slurred as she went to grab another drink but almost fell flat on her face.
"Sure is," I said as I grabbed a fresh cup and poured myself a drink.
"Can you pour me one?" Rosie asked as she swayed as she pushed back her shoulder length red hair. Her red hair matched her bright red dress that showed off nearly everything; boobs, butt you name it.
"I don't think so." I said drinking the drink quickly, I pushed my brown hair back beofre going on the dance floor once again.

Another two songs passed before I felt like someone was watching me, burning holes in the back of my head. I glanced around the large living room to come into contact with dazzling bright blue eyes. They felt like they were looking into my soul, as weird as that sounds. I kept contact with the person before I turned around, not even getting a proper look at him. I continued dancing trying to forget those blue eyes before I felt hands go to my waist, making me grind into his crotch. Not something I would do normally, but hey I'm drunk! I just continued to dance, trying not to be effected by the guy and his hands on my waist. Rosie eventually left me all alone, it was only him and me now. I'm dead.

What is actually going on? I'm not the girl to get pick to dance with, I just normally sit in my room and laugh at all the people in the morning with hangovers. I don't do parties, I don't do dancing with strangers. Poor guy, he was probably looking for a one night stand. The music seemed to cut off way too fast.
"COPS!" Someone shouted as everyone ran in a frantic rush to get out before they got busted. I turned around to see the guy I was dancing with and he was looking down at me with his bright blue eyes.
"We got to run beautiful," he almost shouted. He kept his voice low and husky as he tried to find an exit for the both of us. He grabbed my hand with his big, soft hand and nagivated him and out of the house and into the backyard. I didn't know this house had a pool! Wow, the alcohol has really gotten to me.

I looked at him, well only his back. He wasn't much taller then me, well maybe because I was wearing heels without them he would be a few inches taller. He had dark colour hair; I couldn' tell what colour it was way to dark. We sprinted down the alleyway away from the house that was still blasting music. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me, his hair fell across his forehead, he wore a dark blue t-shirt that hugged his upper body in all the right places, he was buff, the buffest guy I have ever seen in my life and he just wore normal black jeans. I couldn't ask for his name or where I was before he quickly kissed me on the cheek and ran off leaving me completely dazed, annoyed at him because I have no idea where I am and wondering who the hell he was!