Wyatt yawned, running a hand through his dark brown hair. His hazel eyes shone briefly in the moonlight as he walked. He wore a grey shirt and a black jacket, ripped jeans, and blue Vans. A ring adorned his finger, a silver band with a blue stone set in the top that he got for graduation. He never left anywhere without it.
He had been invited to a party at his friend Steven's. He had known Steven for all 18 years of his life, but the guy was kind of insane in Wyatt's opinion. He walked up the drive, then knocked on the door. Steven answered in seconds. "Wyatt, you son of a bitch! Get the fuck in my house!"
Wyatt grinned. Steven was a little taller than him, blonde, and crazy. Wyatt stepped inside to see about two dozen people talking and dancing. Steven led him in and said, "Ok. Gameplan: I go after... Jenna Bender. And you... Erica Paul is looking pretty good. Ok?"
Wyatt shook his head. "Go after Jenna if you want, but there's no way I'm going after Erica. I'll find my own date."
Steven sighed. "Ok. But you're fucked, mark my words. Wish me luck, bro."
Steven rushed away, leaving Wyatt to look through the crowd. He tried to find a girl, but none of them seemed like his type. He gave up and went to find a seat. And there, sitting only a few feet from him, was a beautiful girl.
She had red hair that fell to her shoulders and deep green eyes. She wore a green top and jeans, and some Converse. Wyatt looked at her, and he instantly felt attracted to her. Not in a sexual way, in a very warm and fuzzy sort of way.
Wyatt sat down next to her and said, "Hi. I'm Wyatt."
She smiled at him. "Hi, Wyatt. I'm Sarah."
Wyatt took a deep breath and wiped his palms on his jeans. He was nervous as hell. "Ummm... So, I haven't seen you around before. Are you new to Rosedale?"