Try Hard

3

Tipping my head back and chugging my drink, Ashton watches me in amusement. Ignoring the burning sensation in the back of my throat, I stare back at him.

"What?" I asked, slightly irritated.

"Does it burn yet?" Ashton asked, giving me a smug grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Would you like to see for yourself?"

Ashton faltered. "No."

"Exactly."

"No. One of us has to be sober enough to drive home. And I want to remember this, so it will be me. You can drink and have fun, I'll cover for you."

I give him a grin. "Thanks Ashton."

He shakes his hand. "No problem."

He eventually wanders off, leaving me alone. I awkwardly sway to the music, the half empty red solo cup clutched tightly in my hand.

"Hey."

Spinning around, I see a small girl and a tall boy. The girl had blonde hair, and the boy had dark brown hair and even darker eyes.

"Uh hi." I mumbled, not quite meeting their eyes.

"Aren't you Luke Hemmings?" The boy asks, staring at me intently. He leans against the girl, obviously the two of them are close. She looks around, causally sipping her drink.

I nod. "You're...Calum Hood?" I ask, biting my lip nervously.

The boy laughs, nodding. "Yeah. I am. And this is Ryan."

Ah, Ryan Brownstone. One of the most popular girls, not as slutty as the rest, but still.

And Calum hood. How could I have not recognized him?

I down the rest of my drink, my eyes fixated on Ryan.

I suck in a deep breath, my hand buzzing. "Hey Ryan."

She grins. "Want to dance?"

I smirk. "Sure."