You and your enemy's families were close, and when you didn't have a date to prom, it was almost inevitable that you'd be going with him. Now, however reluctant you were, you were fixing your hair in the mirror. You looked amazing.

There was a knock on the door and you sighed, answering it. He looks down at you. "Hey." He mumbles, handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He then crosses his arms. "I guess we have to-"