"Nathan, I swear to God if you do not put me down right this second..." I squirmed and gave him a solid thump to the head, which he responded to by dropping me head first onto the ground.

"Sorry, Princess. But next time, don't cock block me, okay?" He grumbled while messing up my hair.

"Oh, puh-lease. That slut? She would have slept with a dog if it told her she looked good." I replied while swatting his hands away.

"Just the way I like 'em. Slutty. The sluttier, the better, I always say." He smirked.

"Whatever, whore."

Yes, he's my best friend, but GOD Nathan could be such a slut. I don't know what it is that makes boys so aware when they're good-looking. But trust me, Nathan knows it and uses it to his advantage. So here I am, at another random party, on another random Saturday night, trying to drink myself happy while he tries to get laid.

"I need another beer." I mumble before pushing my way through the crowd.

"Hey sexy, what's a guy gotta do to get some of that?" I feel a meaty hand grab my ass. Ew. I am so ready to leave.

"Get off me." I slur and try to push him away. My motions seem difficult though and I find myself unable to get away from this massive, sweaty guy.

"Oh, come on. A girl doesn't dress all pretty like that if she don't want to get some." His hands are on my backside again.

"Nathan. Nathan!" It's no use calling his name, he's busy with another bimbo. "Get off, you perv!"

"Excuse me, I believe no means no." I hear a deep british accent say to Mr. Big-and-Sweaty. I don't know who it is but at least the dude took his hands off.

"I don't see how it's any of your business, curly."

"Seeing as you're about three of her and she's wasted as fuck, I'm making it my business. Don't cause trouble, mate. Just move along." Mr. British says in an all-too-reasonable tone.

"Whatever. There are other sluts here." The guy grumbles before shuffling off into the crowd.

I look up to find green eyes staring down at me. I recognize those eyes, but my intoxicated brain can't place where from. I just stare back until he finally says something.

"You okay?"

"Just fine. I don't need anyone to save me. So thanks, but no thanks." I don't know if it comes out as sassy as intended, but it gets the point across.

"You keep telling yourself that." He smirks down at me, "I'm Harry by the way."

"Great. Nice to meet you, Harry by the way. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need another beer." I start to shove past him but he catches me and pulls me close to him.

"Needed or not, I would save you again in a heartbeat." he whispers close to my ear. He pulls back and grins down at me, "I have a feeling you and I are going places, blue eyes."

"Jamie..." I whisper while he's walking away.

Unexpectedly, he turns around, "I hope to see you later, Jamie." and with a wink, he's gone.

Notes

So, chapter one. Hopefully some of you will actually read this and let me know what you think. I promise, it'll get good.

--JKM