Ten Too Many Boys ***Old Version!!!***

Chapter Eighteen: Panicking Constantly

Finn's POV

When I went to get Max to leave, I knew I was screwed.

She looked hot.

I mean, she looks great in everyday clothes and with no makeup, but when I saw her, it felt like my heart stopped.

Thankfully she didn't notice me freaking out in the dark.

Considering no one woke up after Max hit her foot, things went fairly well. When we arrived at the party I was bombarded by girls who wanted to know what I had been doing all summer, why I hadn't seen any of them, what were my classes blah blah blah.

I tired to pay attention to them and their questions, while simultaneously keeping an eye on Max.

The girls finally left and my friends came over. As we exchanged stories, I got distracted and lost sight of her.

I search around the room, I notice she isn't with my brother or any of his friends.

I remember her mentioning dancing, so I look to the crowd to see if I can find her.

There's a flash of a flaming skull in the crowd, which is enough to soothe my worry. Satisfied, I turn back toward my friends and the conversation.

As we talk we slowly make our way into the kitchen and someone hands me a drink. I take a big gulp, grateful for the cool liquid.

It burns as I swallow but I take another sip because I'm already parched.

"So Finn," my buddy Rylan drawls, grabbing my attention. "Who's the chick you came in with? Is she your new flame? She was pretty hot." He waggles his eyebrows at me over the edge of his cup.

I roll my eyes at him as I take another swig. "No, she's not my new girlfriend, though don't get me wrong, I totally would date her." The liquor warms my blood and loosens me up.

I take another sip. "She's off limits anyway. And I don't think she likes me in that way." I stare down into my cup. It's almost empty. Just a little bit in the bottom.

I tip back my head and swallow the last bit.

"So when are going to get to meet her, this new flame of yours?" Asks my best friend Trent. He stares at me straight in the eye. There's no drink in his hand.

I shrug. "Dunno, I can go see if she'll come over here if you guys want to meet her so bad."

Rylan nods his head vigorously. "Yes please! Hurry up Romeo! Shoo shoo!" He gently pushes me in the direction of the crowd.

I wave him off and push my way through, leaving them behind.

As I try to navigate to the place I last saw her, I push by people, losing my cup in the process. Someone nearly whacks me in the head, flinging their limbs around.

As I pass by the kitchen, a small crowd gathered around the edge catches my attention. A bad feeling takes root in my stomach. I break through and my stomach drops.

There's Max, consoling three girls from my school, and three guys out cold on the floor. I rush over to her without a second thought.

"What the hell happened, Max?!" She turns, a grimace on her face as she recognizes me. When I approach her, a large bruise forming on her jaw catches my eye.

Reaching a hand out to her face, I still her. "Hey, what happened here?"

She wrinkles her nose, managing to look both annoyed and cute at the same time. "Those jackasses, you know the ones over there crying on the ground, one of them managed to land a hit on me. It's all good though, it probably looks worse than it feels judging by the look you are giving me. He hit like a child."