One morning, you sprained your ankle from playing sports. Your stubborness always takes over you so you act independent, saying that it doesn't hurt even though it does.

While walking through the halls, someone bumped to your side, causing you to accidentally sit on Liam, your childhood enemy's lap. He was annoyed and was about to push you off when he noticed the bandage on your ankle.

"Why are you hurt?" He wrapped his arm around you waist and tightened his grip to prevent you from falling.