All you heard was ringing in your ear at the sight of your boyfriend and best friend making out in the middle of the room, getting pushed around by the other young adults who were drunkenly dancing.

As you stood frozen a hand came to your waist and a voice pulled you back to reality. “Wow, not even your boyfriend loves you? He’s kidding her like she’s the one he’s dating.”

You turned your gaze to Ni-ki, the guy who you’ve hated since middle school, and he was laughing at your situation until he calmed down and sighed.

“C’mon, I can’t stand guys like that,” he spat as he grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the middle of the room, pushing past the multiple people.

“What are you doing?” You asked annoyed and he just shrugged and pulled you towards his chest once you two were in eye view of your boyfriend.

“It won’t be fun hating you if you’re wallowing so I’m helping you,” he muttered as he rested his hand on the nape of your neck. He looked at you silently before whispering, “Just go with it.”