I was surprised at how popular Glen was but wasn’t at the same time. In high school he moved with the more popular crowd. It seemed that in college he kept with that trend.

Like Glen, I had our Mom’s all American looks. We both had blonde hair and bright blue eyes and it seemed like most of the guys and gals liked it. Lots of lingering looks from overly happy and touchy students greeted us.

It was strange though, I found myself being awkward and doubting if it was such a good idea after all. Glen kept an eye on me and even gave me a drink.

"You’re gonna get one anyway…" he said with a nudge. I grinned. I WAS going to get one as soon as he turned her back. I took a sip and tried not to spit it out. I watched the other people around me drinking it too so I swallowed it down and took another sip. After five sips it began to taste…drinkable.

"Who’s the cutie Carlin?" A tall dark haired guy asked. I swallowed and tried not to hide behind Glen. He was model hot. However, something in his eyes made alarms go off in my head.

"My little sister, Spencer." I smiled and he smiled back. I felt Glen’s arm wrap around my shoulders in a way only a protective brother could.

"Sorry Luke, we gotta go to find Madison." He steered us away from him until we got swallowed up in the crowd.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"He’s a prick and I hate him. I heard he raped a girl but they have no proof."

"What?!" I squeaked only to collide with a tall guy who resembled a NBA basketball player. Was everyone tall at this party?

"Boz!" Glen did some weird fist bump thing. I learned this was his party. They began talking excitedly about some game. Someone walked up behind him. I noticed the gorgeous copper curly hair and dark clothes before I realized how breathtaking this girl was. She was gorgeous. I think the right words would be devastatingly beautiful.

She lowered her bottle and looked around almost bored then her eyes moved over me then doubled back. An eye brow rose slowly as she swallowed. The music and shouting suddenly seemed to disappear. My focus was solely on this brunette goddess. I watched the way she licked her lips slowly after taking a sip and smirked a little. Just then the guy Glen was talking to, Boz, I think was his name, turned and pulled the dark haired girl forward. Her hair fell a little into her face; the curls slowly swept across her gorgeous honey colored eyes. I wanted to reach out and brisk them away from her intense eyes that I was drowning in. It was only when Glen said something to her that I snapped to attention.

What was the name Glen said?