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Maeve's POV "Damon?" I chuckled softly as I stared at Maya who was clearly wasted. "Who's that?" I had obvious doubts she had a boyfriend but I decided to play along. "H-h-he's hot," She grinned. "Verrry hot." "Hmmm... Sounds like you've got yourself a prize." I eyed her warily and suppressed a laugh. I didn't expect her to be that drunk but I also didn't expect to be so free with her. As the music intensified and I could barely hear my thoughts, I studied the petite blonde girl before me, her slender wrist shackled in my hand to stop her from falling. The instant I saw her on the first day of school, I wanted to be friends with her. She seemed different in a school full of people who didn't care to be different. I'd never felt so inclined to talk to someone but perhaps, it was the