You were at a school dance, not even an especially important one, but one you cared enough about to get dressed up for and attend. You stuck around mostly with your older brother and his group of friends. Atlas, your brother's best friend who you hate, was there too. "Nice dress," he said nonchalantly. You glanced over at him but didn't respond. When he realized you weren't gonna respond, he pinned you up against the wall, leaning in ever so slowly. "It'd look better on my bedroom floor."