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next to him as we walked along the concrete slab walkway to the front door.
    “ You cold?” he asked. I felt a warm wind hit me and I shivered. I shook my head frowning. I wondered if the wind was really my mom telling me not to go in. I felt her wind a second time and told myself she meant for me to have a good time.
    My heart couldn’t help but beat harder, as my skin craved feeling that wind again.
    I looked to the right and saw a guy I had never seen around town. He was tall and thick with dark-blond hair and the most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen. They looked like a husky dog's. White blue but bright, like there was a light shining out from behind his eyes. He looked like an actor in a movie, not a guy at a teenager party. His face was like something you didn’t see in such a small town. I felt my breath taken away as I locked eyes with him. I wanted to walk to him. I knew him from somewhere. He looked at me for a moment. When our eyes met, I had the distinct feeling I knew him from somewhere. He smiled at me and my legs felt like they went to goo.
    He seemed surprised when I pointed to him. “Who is that guy?”
    I looked up at Blake and nudged him. When I looked back, he was gone.
    Blake shrugged. “I didn’t see him.”
    "There was a big, tall blond guy right there a second ago. I think I know him."
    "He's not there now."
    "Thanks, Captain Obvious."
    A girl beside me spoke, “This place is packed with kids from Port Handley. They’re friends with Shane.” I recognized her as I turned around. My sister's bff, Giselle. Not only the most beautiful girl in the world, but also the most exotic. Her parents were French and Filipino. She staggered as she entered the house.
    “ Clearly not her first drink of the evening,” Blake whispered as we walked into the house.
    I looked out the window again, hoping to see the guy from the neighboring town. His eyes had mystified me. He had seemed so familiar to me, like I had dreamt of him. The guy was stunningly handsome. Adding an air of mystery, didn’t help my curiosity.
    Shaking it off, I looked around the house at the drunken teenagers everywhere.
    “ Want a drink, little sister?” Alise was beside me with a glass.
    I took it, suspicious of anything she ever gave me. I looked into the glass. It appeared to be lemonade.
    “ It's lemonade, Aimee—remember the deal we made,” she laughed as I eyeballed her. “Besides, I might need you to drive home.”
    "I don’t want to drive."
    She walked away.
    “ Thanks, Alise.” Blake beamed after her. I frowned at him and watched as he looked into the glass she had given him and took a drink. I waited a few seconds for the foam to start pouring out of his lip. He sipped from the glass and remained standing. I drank when I was sure I would live. I was surprised by the flavor. It was a great glass of lemonade. I was shocked Alise was holding up her end of the bargain, shocked and suspicious.
    “ It’s loud in here; want to go to a quieter room?” I asked Blake who nodded.
    People who saw us took a second look, when it registered nerds had crashed the party. They maintained a steady glare in our direction, as they conversed.
    “ Not in the least bit obvious are they?” Blake asked sipping his drink and looking around the room. His grumpy face was back. I wondered if, deep down, he had hoped to be accepted by them. I had never seen Blake care about what the popular kids thought or did, until that moment.
    We walked past the kitchen where Shane stood in a group of the popular kids. He looked over at me and smiled. I loved how his face lit up when he saw me. I wanted to talk to him, but Alise put a hand on his arm and laughed with the group of football players and girls that looked like my sister. Shane looked embarrassed and dropped his gaze, blushing as they all continued to talk.
    I glanced up at Blake and decided it was time to start making some of my dreams come true. Blake was the answer to the question of who