You were at a party, one of the popular students. Everyone danced, drunk, etc. You only went cause your friend begged you to go.

So, you now stood next to the kitchen island, some boy keeping you company. He was quite funny, maybe even your type.

Though as you two spoke, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you both.

Your eyes darted around before spotting your enemy, Riley. His glare never leaving the boy you were speaking to. He looked pissed, and very much jealous.