It was the 3rd of December, and you were the only girl in your friend group without a sweater. Fuck love, fuck this day. You guys are now in the school hall and they are all giggling with their boyfriends by their sides, while you stand there with a bored expression and cold eyes, a little pout on your face. Suddenly you feel a presence behind you, and before you know what’s happening, a sweater is pulled over your head.

“Here you go, darling.”

he said and quickly went to walk around. You only catch a glimpse of him, but when you do, your jaw drops. You saw your enemy walking down the hall with only his shirt