Jill Malik P.O.V

I was searching for Flynn for the past twenty minutes. He said that he would get a drink, but I couldn't find him at the bar. The guests were about to leave and I needed him by my side. I was starting to get worried. Where the hell could he be?

"Hey pudding," 

I turned around and I let out a breath of relieve. Thank god, he was finally here. "Where were you?" I asked as I looked at him from head to toe. His hair was disheveled and he looked flushed. Why did it looked like he just ran a marathon?

"Oh, I--uhm just went to...