(enemies to lovers?)

your professor put you and other students in a group proect to do the simple task of

"make a song"

easy, right? after a long painful week of blood, sweat and tears your finally doing rehearsal of your song. you stand with your guitar, ready to play as the drummer taps her drumsticks together before another group of students come in

are they our rivals?

one approaches you. he has long brown hair, and hes gorgeous

"you guys onto rehearsals?" he asks, smugly