I'm drunk. Just like any other 19 year old on a Friday night, I am drunk off my ass.

I have no idea how it happened really, one minute I was casually pissing about with the guys, next thing I know, the drinking competitions begin and it was all "Come on Aaron!" "Have another Aaron!" "Don't be a pussy Aaron!". Now I can't walk in a straight line.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not that kinda guy. I'm not a dick and I don't get wasted then hook up with random girls and "forget to give them a call". I'm a cool dude. I'm the coolest of the dudest...I bring the cool to the dudes….Man, I am so wasted….

But back on track, being wasted on a Friday night in Morganville is not the best of ideas if I'm being totally honest. Despite the fact that there are vamps hanging about the place more than willing and ready to rip my head off and drink the wine box that I am, a guy can still do some damage. And that damage has just caught my eye.

Claire Danvers.

Yes. Her name seems plain and boring. Yes. She's not that well known or popular around campus or with us Teens in general. But tonight she is hot. I mean seriously hot. Maybe it's the alcohol clouding my poor brain or maybe it's the fact that I haven't been with a girl since….well I can't really remember. But either way, tonight Claire Danvers is shining brighter than any of the other screeching girls fleeting in and out of the crowded pub.

I'm gonna talk to her. Maybe this is a bad idea; we've never spoken before, like ever. But suddenly it seems crucial that I do.

But I swear I heard that she has a badass boyfriend…or something….I don't really care….