Oliver's. Talking.

Talking. To. Me.

Oh. My. Gawd. Oh. My. Gawd.

Is he noticing that I'm beginning to hyperventilate? Why is my mouth open, but no words are coming out?

Oh, somebody pinch me.

"Hello?" Oliver waves his hand in front of my face in attempt to break me out of this trance.

Shaking my head in a kind of dramatic way, I blink my glazed-over eyes a couple of times before closing my soon-to-be-drooling mouth. A dark pink blush takes over my cheeks in a pathetic, girly way.

Oliver smiles at me and giggles. Not in a teenage girl giggly way, but more like a short, understanding laugh from a guy who's way out of my league. What do I say to him now? Now that I've made a complete and total fool of myself, that is.

"Um, yeah. Hey. I'm Gemma," I finally stutter out.

"Yeah, I know who you are," He responds nonchalantly, with a slight, perfect, grin. Oh my Gawd, he knows me? "Is there any chance you might wanna go inside? I can get you a drink...What do you like?"

I almost subconsciously reply, you. But before the word compeltely free falls out of my mouth and ruins the night, I stop myself.

"Just a root beer would be great," I give him my best smile and start walking toward the door to the inside of the party house, turning just after seeing O.J. Oliver's perfectly toned body (and did I mention shirtless?) running in the direction of the cooler.

Once inside, my eyes desperately search for a free couch, uninhabited by couples making out or drunk idiots passing out. While kind of pointlessly roaming around the large room for a couple minutes, I hear a familiar voice coming from behind my left ear.

"Here's your drink," I spin around, surprised and smile again at seeing O.J.'s perfectly symmetrical face.

"Thanks," I reply. "Um. There's not exactly anywhere to sit." My eyes flash toward the seniors engulfing each other's faces with extreme intensity on one couch and the school's quarterback passed out across another.

"Oh, we're not staying here," Oliver flipped his hair to the right and his bright blue eyes looked directly into mine. "Follow me."