Music blasted from the juke box and people crowded every inch of the bar Sarah dragged me to. Not to say I don't enjoy being social and going out, but the claustrophobia I'm starting to feel is really getting to me. Squeezing through the crowd, we pass the pool tables I see a few games going. One table in particular catches my eye as a blonde boy in a beanie start to take a shot, only to look right at me and wink before sinking three balls. With a slight shake of my head and an eye roll I follow Sarah blindly to her destination. As we approach a table I see a handsome guy sitting with a huge grin on his face as his brown eyes land on Sarah. To the left of him is an empty seat with a leather jacket thrown on it. Sarah takes a seat in brown eye's lap while take a seat to the right much to the curiosity of the a few women around us.

"Mary, this handsome fellow here is my boyfriend Caleb. Caleb, this is my new roommate Mary! She just moved here from Phoenix, Arizona." With introductions concluded, Sarah starts to snack on some of Caleb's fries.

"Hello Handsome, nice to meet you" I offer my hand for a shake, while feeling slightly silly in doing so, but thankfully the little pregaming I did with some liquid courage has me in a fun, carefree place. Just as Caleb was about to reply, a very muscular, very broody, and VERY gorgeous specimen placed a soda and more fried before taking a seat in the leather jacket chair.

"Sarah, took you long enough. I thought poor Caleb over here was about to start weeping with worry over you." With a slight glance to me, Mr. Broody started snacking on his fries while starting out at the crowd, and the crowed was more than happy to stare back.

"Well, Pogue, I had to give my new roommate here a tour before I could whisk her away to Nicky's. This, is Mary by the way. She just moved here from Arizona and doesn't know a soul here. Did I mention she's single?" With a wink and a smile, Sarah starts to lead Caleb away to the dance floor. Thanks…way to leave it awkward Sarah…

With a slight huff of annoyance, I brush it off and smile at 'Pogue' "Well, with that embarrassing introduction, I'm going to hide under a rock now." With my comment hanging between us, Pogue finally looks in my direction. Everything stops as soon as we make eye contact. The music, the sound, the movement and especially my heart.

As I'm getting lost in his broody, hazel eyes I suddenly feel ice cold as some passing girl "accidently" spills her drink in my lap. Breaking eye contact and looking at the attacker, I see slimy smirk coming from a curly redheaded brat.

"Oh, sorry about that…. Hi Pogue, how was your summer? I heard about you and Kate…such a shame."

By the flirtiness and sarcasm dipping from her words and the way she is practically stripping him with her eyes, her drink in my lap was definitely no accident.

"Kira, don't-"

Call it bravery, call it stupidity, or call it the flask of fireball I had before coming here, but I was not taking this. Cutting Pogue off in a voice that was anything but sweet, I throw the ice in my lap at this Bimbos foot.

"Listen sweetheart, if you wanted to talk to this brick wall all night, you could have gone ahead. He's all yours. But pouring your drink in MY lap and brushing me off with that pathetic excuse of an apology…well that will just not due."

While keeping eye contact with this the smirking bitch I grab Pogue's drink and thrust it into her hands with great satisfaction as it splashes on her skin-tight top (if you can even call it that). While grabbing Pogue's hand and leading him away I call back to 'Kira', "Drink up love, since that's now the only company you'll have tonight."

Without a backward glance, I take Pogue to the dance floor where Caleb and Sarah are. When I turn around I can see Pogue staring, as if he just missed a slight of hand. With the small smile lingering on his lips, I take it as motivation to start dancing. Maybe he's just caught up in the moment or maybe he couldn't stand that bitch either, but he starts to dance with me. Soon the redhead passes by with a death glare, and at which point Pogue gets even closer as we twine our bodies around each other with the music. Yeah, he definitely can't stand her either.