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
