If there was one thing Kaden was horrible at, it was dressing up for formal occasions. That’s how he found himself wandering into the dance in a white button down and leather jacket, hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jeans. Since he wasn’t a great dancer, and would definitely be the first to admit it, he stuck to the edge of the dance floor, scanning around the room in hopes that he would be able to recognize at least one of his friends.









