Cherry Flavored Cigarettes

This party sucks. I've been here for three hours and I've lost track of Kennedy and Brayden and wow, why did I wear this stupid shirt. (I could have at least picked a better outfit for tonight). I feel eyes on me and look to my left. This really gorgeous guy, covered in tattoos and his ears were stretched, was staring at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and felt the sweat pooling in my palms. He's walking towards me now. This guy is going to think I'm a total loser. Shit, he's getting too close. I can't do this. So what do I do? I walk off. Out the front door and into the cool night air. I inhale the cool air, finally able to breathe properly. I pull out my phone to text Brayden and when I feel a hand on my shoulder I jump, dropping my phone in a puddle left from last night's rain. I curse internally and turn to bitch at whomever just caused me to damage my phone. Until I realize it's the cute guy with the tattoos and the plugs and I can't find my voice.