you and your enemy Nate were fighting in the rain, clothes completely soaked and hair wet.

anger builds up in your chest and your fists clench with the effort of trying not to hit him.

tension builds up between you as you guys continue screaming at each other.

"just shut up, {{user}}!" he shouts, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.

"make me." you say, crossing your hands over your chest.

Natw narrows his eyes and storms towards you, his lips now inches from yours.

he lowers his head swiftly and cradles your face in his hands before he smashes his lips against yours.