I don't want to be here. Why did I even agree to this? I don't even know any of these people, let alone talk to them. I feel like such a loser. It was a Friday night. I usually would be at home listening to music while swinging on the tire swing in my backyard thinking about life. But it was too cold for that tonight. It had been raining all day, and it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. My best friend had invited me to go to a party with her. She was cool enough to go. So I thought what the hell, let's go. But now, I'm in a corner, by myself watching couples make out, and people grind against each other to loud, crappy music. I have no idea where Sara went. I lost her about an hour ago. But she's probably passed out drunk somewhere. I finally decided to walk home. I would probably throw up from the smell of alcohol and sweat if I didn't leave. I walked as fast as I could through the crowd of people, and busted through the door. I was so relieved to smell the woodsy smell of rain and fresh air. I put on my hood, and started walking.

It was freezing outside. After only five minutes of walking my face was numb. And just my luck. It started pouring rain. I was walking for about 20 minutes when I heard a car driving up. I thought nothing of it until it started slowing down next to me. The driver pulled down the window. I looked over. I was speechless. "You look cold," he said, with a slight smile on his face.

He was…I couldn't even explain. He was gorgeous, even though I could barely see him. And his voice was like the most beautiful music I have ever heard. But I wished I could see his whole face. Just like he read my mind, he turned on the light in his car, so I could see every detail of his structured face. His hair was dark black, and tousled. He was wearing a leather jacket, tight black shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. I finally looked up at his eyes. They were the brightest blue I have ever seen. I forgot what he even said. I was lost in his eyes. Wow, I sound like such a sap. So like the idiot I was, I just said "Huh?"

He laughed and said "it's pouring rain, and you're walking? That's not very smart."

"Well I'd rather not get in a car with someone that's drunk out of their minds, so I am smart, if you think about it." He laughed again. I love his laugh. His eyes get all squinty, and he opens his mouth so his teeth are bright against his slightly russet skin.

"I guess you're right," he replied "but why don't I give you a ride?" I made a face that made him talk again before I even said anything.

"Wait, that sounds wrong," he laughed "I probably sound like the biggest creep right now. But I saw you at the party alone, and then you just left, so I just wanted to make sure you got home safe." I laughed this time.

"Why do you care? You don't even know me." I retorted, but it came out meaner than I wanted it to, and I automatically regretted it.

"I don't want you to get a cold." He said, with a smile so amazing it made me want to cry. "Come on, you can trust me. I promise." I looked around, then down at my clothes. I was soaked. So I took my chances. I walked up to the car, and he smiled when I opened the door, and hopped in.