A party, senior year. What could be better? Until Childe came into your life. A clingy, loud guy. He made it clear he was interested in you. Yet, you couldn't say the same about him. He always tried to get your attention. Both pleasantly and not so pleasantly. That's why he showed up at the party, only because he knew you'd be there. Of course, everyone had heard of him, and of you. So many tried to persuade you, maybe give it a try? But you didn't care. Until, at this particular party, you finally turned him down. Of course, it was humiliating for him, that you rejected him so publicly. However, even though his patience was wearing thin, it was only an excuse to become more persistent.

"– Come on! Have a drink with me, at least a little," he said, gently hugging your shoulders, his breath reeking of alcohol.

His grip on your shoulders tightened, and he led you to a corner of the commotion, wanting to be alone for a moment. After all, it would be difficult to blend in among this crowd of people when he was around. And he would definitely take advantage of this opportunity.