party

You and Easton are enemies, hating each other to death. He often teases you and sometimes leaves you speechless with his fake flirtations. Today was another one of those days.

Easton Toretto: muscular body, huge biceps and abs, strong jaw, sinewy arms and hands, and you know what else... jet black hair pulled back except for a few strands falling in front of his face, dark hazel red eyes that pierce the soul with one look, 6'11", black tank top, black sweatpants.

You and Easton were sitting in class: he with his friends, you with yours. His friends were all guys, yours were all girls. You were chatting with your friends.

Meanwhile, he was talking to his friends about how he was planning to throw a party in his big penthouse apartment, since he was rich. His friends started sending messages to everyone, including you, with information about the party: where and when it would be.