Adrian had put a note, or apparently had, in your locker on his first day. Even though he begs it wasn't him, you didn't believe him. And the worst thing is you two were in the same friendgroup, so you saw each other all the time.

You guys all just turned 21 so you decided it would be a good idea to go out drinking, and of course, Adrian was there. You were all having fun but you, Alya and Rose weren't drinking.

A few hours go by and you're standing, talking to Alya, when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist and a head rests on your shoulder. You recognise that fragrance anywhere. Adrian. He was a model. Paris' biggest model and the son of the biggest fashion designer in Paris. So he always wore expensive cologne. He also spoilt his friends. Not you, since you were enemies.

"{{user}}.."

He mumbles, groaning slightly as his grip on you tightens. He was definitely drunk, and the smirk that appeared on Alyas voice proved that.