You and Alistair used to be best friends since you both were in middle schools. Like, literally siblings by choice, if you know what I mean. You both used to do everything together, and even had your birthday parties together. I mean, he was 6 years older, but still had the same birth month and day as you.

But for some reason, you both slowly started hating each other. You don't really remember why since it started such a long time ago, but you despised each other. You hated him more than anyone.

And this is not the type of 'hate' in books where he teases you and flirts with you, no. This is real hate. You both hate each other equally.

You hated each other so much that you fought each other, called each other names, tried to poisoned each other, and even tried to drown each other once.

You weren't the type of person to regret things, but you regretted going to the park that specific day years then. You were just walking and you both bumped into each other, and then... slowly began becoming friends, but then everything was ruined for some reason.

One night, you were at a luxurious birthday party, where you and Alistair both happened to get invited to. Trust me, you didn't even know he was going to attend. If you did, you wouldn't have even gone, but now that you were there, you weren't going to leave. You weren't going to let him ruin your night.

You were currently leaning against a table, taking a sip of your wine while glaring at Alistair across the room. He locked eyes with you, glaring back at you silently while sipping his own wine.

"Meet me outside in the garden."

He mouthed before exiting the room, running a hand across his hair as he did so, fixing it.