Loud and ecstatic music played around her head, making her hips sway. Her arms rocked back and forth softly. The music had loud guitars, fast drums, and it made her heart flutter in excitement and joy. She didn't even know if it was from the alcohol, but she knew this music was creating a different mood she had never really ever felt.

The party being thrown at her friend's house was loud and musky with thick air, heavy breathing, and clustered rooms full of people with stars in their eyes. Everyone seemed the same to her, from the guys wearing their low cut shirts, to the girls with their hair in spirals of mess and their skirts far too short. But she enjoyed these type of people, the kind of people that made her feel sane.

"Spencer! Come on and meet this guy!"

The distant call was coming from her best friend, Hanna Marin. Spencer rolled her eyes, continuing to dance in the huge mass of poisoned teens. Hanna's drunken light voice echoed again, calling her name,

"Spencer!"

Finally she stopped swaying her hips, and she turned around in the pink glowing lights of the room, her eyes searching for her friend's blonde hair. She caught her eye on Hanna's round face in the back corner near the front door of the townhouse building. Hanna smiled when Spencer caught her eyes, and she motioned her to come over with her hand.

Spencer gave her a slight smile, the music growing faster. She had to slide through the collage of people, and finally got to Hanna, whose yellow sleeveless dress was falling a little too low...

"Okay, you have to go talk to Ryan, he's literally been staring at you all night!" Hanna's green eyes glowed with the growing smile on her face. Spencer turned her head, and saw a guy standing near the dance floor by himself, his eyes fixated on her. She couldn't see him clearly through all the musky fog, but she could tell it must've been him. Spencer sighed, not knowing if she wanted to talk to him, a random boy at a party.

"Me?" Spencer asked. "Why don't you go talk to him, you're basically already on second base with that dress of yours." Hanna cocked her head in confusion, then she looked down at her boobs that were about to fall out of her dress.

She let out a small, "Eek!" and pulled her dress up by the top, clenching her small hands to her chest. Spencer laughed, and she clenched her red solo cup closer to her chest. "You're welcome Han."

Hanna just rolled her eyes, then she laughed, before she began to turn around to go to the gray couch in the dark living room. "Seriously, go get him while he's still gawking over you, huh?" Hanna teased before she left and winked. She sat gracefully onto the couch, next to a couple making intensely out with their tongues. Spencer just laughed under her breath at Hanna's grossed out expression, her eyebrows tilted in a cartoonish expression. Spencer turned to face the dancing party in the other room. Ryan was still standing in the corner, but she looked away when she saw his eyes still on her. She felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

There were couples dancing and friends laughing hysterically as they all held hands; moving their hips like there was no end to the night. Spencer was deciding if she wanted to join them, and she began to move her feet to go to the crowd, before a hand touched her left shoulder. Spencer instantly spun around, her drink almost hitting the guy in the chest. He moved back slightly and announced, "Whoa there!"

Spencer blushed at her almost fail of a moment, and looked at the guy standing in front of her. She realized it was Ryan. He had short cut blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and he had a nicely fitting black polo shirt that showed his overwhelming pecks. Spencer was already in awe that the guy was even talking to her. He stared at her with a drunken puppy-dog love look, smiling at her blushing pink cheeks.

"I noticed you dancing by yourself earlier, and"- He stopped as the song changed into a smooth rap song, echoing off the walls, "and I wanted to know if you wanted to dance with me?" He asked, his voice growing louder, trying to overcome the loud music. His voice was even sexy. Spencer looked down, as he held out his hand to her, large and strong. She just took his hand and laughed, his fingers pressing along the top of her hand.

"You're insane." She laughed, as he led her to the dance room of glittering pink lights and the strong booze scent. He just shrugged, and continued to walk in front of her, pulling her through the large infestation of people. "No, but for you, maybe."

The music began to shake the house with strong drums and the deep voice of a male rapper come on, and Spencer began to move her hips slowly near the guy, and she kept an eye on Ryan, he just slowly swayed in front of her, as if he was observing her like a scientist. The music continued to echo off the white walls; Ryan watching her with intense eyes, which made her sort of uncomfortable. He stared at her as if she was a meal to eat; his eyes grazed over her moving hips and her exposed neck that shined from the disco lights from above.

He moved his body closer to hers, and she allowed him, she didn't hold back. She lost herself on that dance floor, just letting herself let go after a long week of school and family drama. But this guy, he made her veins run with hot blood, her hair stand on the back of her neck... and not in the good way. His eyes kept looking at her legs, then at her black skirt that was appropriately short. Then he moved behind her, grabbing her hips, his body pressed behind her back. Spencer raised an eyebrow, hesitating.

She didn't want "that" kind of attention, especially from Ryan. She instantly knew he had taken things too far when she felt his hand trace up her side, right below her bra. She pulled away from him, twisting herself around to look at him, her arms pushing his hands away from her, eyes irritated and squinted. "What do you think you're doing?" She hissed slightly, her voice shaky. He let out a small laugh, and he smirked, "I couldn't help myself, you're so hot."

Spencer let out a disgusted snarl, and she began to walk away from him, and he went behind her, and quickly squeezed her butt from under her skirt, his hand rough and cold, unlike the hand she held before they began to dance. "What the fuck?!" She turned around, and slapped him hard across the face, and he was shocked, but he smiled mysteriously at her, as he rubbed his cheek with his hand where she had slapped him. His eyes were daggers, almost eating her soul.

"Fucking pervert." Spencer spat at him, and then she felt satisfied, and walked quickly away from him, into the kitchen.

Once she was in the safe zone, she leaned against the sink, and she breathed in and out, feeling her heart beat against her chest. Spencer set her drink onto the white counter, breathing in through her mouth. She felt like his hand was still there, on her body, teasing her, hurting her. She wanted the feeling to go away, but she couldn't shake her thoughts off of it. It left an icy sting, uncomfortable and unforgivable.

The party lights shined down on her face, then off, the disco ball circling from above the dance floor in the other room. For her, this night had ended badly. Maybe she should just go home, study, be a good girl. But where was the fun in that? She could be having the time of her life, live her life to the fullest. But even now, she felt like that lonely thirteen year old girl who worked alone instead of in pairs. Her body couldn't move. She chose to just lean against that counter, and maybe just wait until Hanna came and found her. She had on a loose gray jacket, which hung over her black skirt, and her phone vibrated loudly from in her pocket. She groaned in irritation, and grabbed the phone from her pocket. The name was from her older sister, Melissa. Spencer just thought, "What the hell does she want?"

Melissa and she had never really gotten along; they never had that sisterly bond that most siblings always seemed to have in the books. Melissa was two years older than her, prettier, smarter, taller, and all the things Spencer wanted to be. The perfect daughter was Melissa, with her chestnut hair, her eyes that glowed, always those boring Anne Taylor outfits with the simple colors of blue, white, and black.

She answered her phone bluntly, "What Melissa?" She waited for an answer, and she heard her sister's small voice ask, "Spencer, where are you? I've been looking for you." Spencer rolled her eyes, knowing Melissa didn't give a damn about her, she just wanted to prove to her parents that she "cared". "I'm at Jessica's party, remember?"

Melissa stayed quiet for a moment, as if she was actually trying to remember, and she answered boringly, "Oh, yeah. Well you better get home, Mom and Dad are pissed." Of course they were, they were always pissed at her. "Fine, I'll be home in ten."

Melissa cut her off before she could finish, and the phone line went silent. Spencer just made a small noise at the back of her throat as if she was about to scream, and set her phone back into her pocket. Now she really did have to leave, even though she knew she'd much rather face Ryan again then her parents. But she knew they'd freak if she didn't show up.

Spencer left her cup on the counter, and began to move away to through the dance area to get to the front door. He eyes caught with Ryan's, and she felt her stomach drop to her knees, as he just smiled at her, and then he turned to a girl in a purple short dress, and grinded his body up against hers, she turned around, her black hair falling over her shoulder, and she smiled at him innocently. Spencer wasn't even impressed, she continued to walk past him.

The lights in the room danced more furiously then before, and she felt something. She didn't even know what it was, but something made her turn around to the back corner of the dance room. Her eyes wandered from person to person, as if she was trying to look for someone in particular. But she didn't know who that someone was. She sighed, and she was about to turn back around, until she saw someone sitting in a chair at the bar counter near the kitchen. Just from across the room, he was there.

His body was faced away from hers, and his head hung low, looking at a phone screen. He seemed to have headphones in his ears, which was odd to have at a party. She felt the urge to look over him even more. His hair was hanging slightly over his forehead, but was lifted up to give off a nice hair style, a brownish blonde texture that seemed calm and soothing to her. The boy wore a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, and dark jeans, fitting him nicely. He had on black boots that folded over at the top under his ankle, and it fit him well.

She had to see his face... just let her see his face. She had to see him, to see if he really was this perfect. She didn't even know him, never even met him, but she was already interested in him. It wasn't every day that a boy chose to listen to music over grinding on hot girls. He seemed like none of the party even mattered, the way his jaw was set in a straight line from where she could tell, he even seemed bored, maybe a little tired.

Spencer didn't even know why she was raising her hopes; he was just one guy. She'd meet a million guys in her life, he's just one attractive young man. She had to get home. But she didn't even know his name...

'God, get over him' she had to think to herself. Her phone chimed, and she tore her eyes sadly away from the boy, and she looked down at her phone as she pulled it away from her jacket. It was a text from Melissa:

Where the hell are you? Mom and Dad are going to killlll you!

Spencer sighed, and she just shut her phone off, knowing it was too late now, and she'd get a lecture one way or another. When she looked back to the bar counter, he was gone. The boy, the shy boy, was gone. She felt her heart literally sink in disappointment. She never even knew his name...

"Spencer! There you are!" The sound of Hanna's light voice came abruptly from behind her, and Spencer turned around and smiled at her friend. Hanna had her hair all messy in spindles of blonde clumps, and her makeup was smeared under her eyes. She was definitely drunk.

"Whoa, Han, you can't drive like this." Spencer exclaimed, touching her shoulder as Hanna began to tip over slightly. "No, no, I feel great! I can drive across the world!"-

Hanna did a small twirl in a circle, and she laughed when she almost fell over, Spencer catching her under the arm. "No, Hanna." Spencer tried to explain, but Hanna shook her head. "Jessica likes me, I'll just stay here Spencer. Thanks for the concern though babe!"

Hanna wobbled away from her, and she began to walk up the stairs, her eyes beginning to droop. Spencer just shook her head and smiled at her insane best friend. Hanna had always been one of a kind.

The dancing continued, and Spencer grabbed her keys from her pocket, and began to head out. She got to the front door, and then opened the red door quickly, the loud music escaping into the late night air of New York. The townhouse the party was held in was a decent size, an old place full of history. She escaped from the historic place, and she began to head outside. She looked out for her gray Toyota, and saw the small silver car still parked a ways down the street to her right. A small rain drop hit her neck, and she felt immediate goose bumps roll up her arms, and down her back.

It was easily around twelve, the moon perfectly fit in the center of the black night sky. Stars were spread out on the dark canvas, each star shining like headlights down onto the puny little Earth. Distant car horns echoed off the tall buildings and skyscrapers. This was what her life was surrounded by; car horns and twinkling stars. She smelt the aroma of a storm as she breathed in, and she saw a few raindrops beginning to fall onto the sidewalk, creating small tap like sounds on the cement and crooked street.

Her legs shook with the cold, and she rubbed her arms slightly as she began to walk back to her car. When she reached her car, she saw beyond the car in front of her, was a fallen over black motorcycle. She heard something hard hit the street, and she grew weary. She stopped herself from unlocking her car, and she began to walk towards the motorcycle, her boots clicking on the cement sidewalk quietly. But she stopped when she heard a quiet voice hiss,

"Dammit."

Spencer froze in her place, and saw someone leaning next to the motorcycle, a helmet lying next to them. It was the boy... from the party. He had on his white shirt, his hair messier than before, his hand running through his hair dramatically. He had on headphone in his ear, the other hanging out and touching the ground. He let his head drop, and she could see the previous car behind his motorcycle had hit it, and now one tire was completely ran over. There was no way he could get home.

Spencer didn't want to leave the poor guy out here, especially now that she had the chance to talk to him.

"Um, hi." Spencer let out, her voice small and shy. The boy turned around quickly, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. His eyes pierced her soul. They were the prettiest blue eyes she had ever seen, and his face, it was masculine and strong, and his chin had a small dimple in it. His eyes were clear and stared up at her, shadowed by his hair.

"I'm sorry for coming to you like this, but, I saw you and your motorcycle, and..." He interrupted her half way through her sentence, and spoke bluntly, "Don't bother, I'm fine."

His voice was husky, and deeply filled with emotion and strength. But it also had this small piece of it that was kind and gentle, and she could tell that just from her voice. "Really. I could give you a ride home if you want me to." Spencer offered, a few more raindrops hitting her, and now hitting the boy on his white shirt, dots of drops showing on his shirt. The boy sighed, and looked at his motorcycle. He seemed to be thinking about it, but then he shut his eyes, and rubbed his closed eyes with his palm. "Why would you want to help me?" He asked gently, his voice strained and exhausted.

Spencer sighed, and she took a step closer to him. "Because, it's going to storm soon, and... I don't know... just wanted to help." She hoped that answer was satisfying enough. He looked down at the ground, then he turned his neck, and looked at her. He groaned as he stood up slowly, and she was surprised to see how tall he was, easily over six feet tall. And he was in fit too, his chest broad and his shoulder muscles slightly showed due to his shirt being slightly large on him.

"Well, I can take care of myself." He replied, his voice quieter. Spencer lowered her eyes, and she felt like he didn't want her help. She didn't want to give this much effort just for this one guy to talk to her. She felt her heart change course, and she murmured, "Never mind, I'm sorry... I have to go."

She began to turn, and his eyes saddened by the slightest amount; eyes growing slightly sparkled with regret. His mouth hung slightly open as if he wanted to say something else, but she kept her back turned and she stared at her feet as they moved faster away from him, her face flushed with embarrassment. She felt like a complete idiot. She sadly began to walk back to her SUV, and she heard a distant voice call out, "Wait!"

She stopped and felt her heart skip a beat. She heard two urgent feet go after her, and slow down behind her. She turned around, sliding her hands into her pocket, the boy now standing two feet in front of her, his eyes apologetic.

"I don't think anyone can come out to get my bike tonight... so... I think I'd like to take your offer, if that's alright..." He seemed to be embarrassed for saying it, but she smiled slightly at him, and he seemed to be nervous. Spencer let out a shaky, "Okay", and she pulled out her keys, and the car let out a small bleep as she unlocked the car.

The boy followed her, and he walked around the car, and opened his car door, sliding inside gently. Spencer followed, and she entered her car, closing the door, and she pulled her skirt slightly down to cover her thighs. She couldn't be too daring with this guy.

The boy was staring out the windshield, and his eyes seemed to be tracing over the tall trees on each side of the street. He was definitely not like any other guy had met, usually their eyes would be on her very high skirt... But not him. He was different. And she liked that.