"So is it getting serious between you and Drake?" I ask gently, knowing Alex doesn't like to speak about relationships. Well not her own.

"I don't know. He is so secretive that I," she stops talking as Drakes car pulls in front us. I glance her and I am wondering what the end of that sentence was but she shakes her head, smiling before opening her door. I do the same sliding into the back.

"Hey, Drake," I say as I get in and Alex pulls back from kissing Drake hello.

"I thought Wyatt was coming with us?" Alex asks noticing the empty seat by me. I smile widely, hoping he is ill or isn't coming.

"He is meeting us there," Drake says bluntly before driving off.

There goes my dream of taking off this dress and changing into my PJ’s with a bottle of wine.

I don't say anything, getting a little nervous the nearer we get to Drake’s apartment.

As we pull into the expensive apartment building, you can see the party has started. The music is loud and there are cars everywhere. I mentally tell myself that going to a party at twenty years old is normal and I should smile, before getting out of the car. I walk next to Alex as Drake puts his arm around her shoulders. Just as we walk in and the loud music fills my ears, I see a blonde man leaning against the wall next to Drakes apartment. I can't help but stare a little at his muscular frame or his strong-looking face that I have to admit is a little scary. He seems to notice me staring and looks right at me. I first notice his eyes are that nearly black colour or maybe just a dark brown like Drake’s. I look around quickly noticing that nearly every girl nearby is watching the breath-taking guy like I am. My eyes drawback to his, noticing how powerful he looks. He can’t be more than twenty-five but looks like he owns the very street he is standing on. The guy eyes never leave mine as I look him over and I shiver from the anger I feel in his eyes. How can someone look so serious and cold at our age? I continue walking with Alex until we stop in front of the guy and I want to get to know him or hear him speak. My mind and body feel drawn to him and I don’t like it.

"Drake, this must be my date," the man says in a dark underwear dropping voice, nodding at Drake before looking back at me. I feel myself blush as his gaze takes all of me slowly. I do the same noticing for the first time that he is wearing a black jumper with black jeans, which look like they were custom-made for him, they possibly were.