Shit, I can't believe I let Callum drag me into another one of his stupid ideas. Seriously, the lad had zero self-preservation skills and if I joined him in his antics, I was signing my rights to self preservation away too. He was going to get me seriously injured or arrested eventually and I was fully convinced that was his aim.

{{user}}'s hand was in mine as we ran through the dark streets of Glasgow. The street lamps illuminated our path as our feet padded against the pavement. Callum had dragged all of us to a party hosted by our rival university, Malville University and made a mess of the night. As per usual. Now the lads from their rugby team were chasing us like bloody madmen.

I tugged {{user}} into an alleyway, slipping into a tight spot between two buildings. It was pitch black, concealing us effortlessly. She laughed softly as my body pressed her against the wall. Fuck, she was really fucking close. I could feel every shift of her body against mine and it was driving me mad.

She was breathing hard from the running, her chest brushing against mine. "They're somewhere. Find them" One of the rugby douches called out and I had to clasp my hand over her mouth to keep her from laughing and accidentally giving our spot away. The damn girl didn't realise how serious this situation was and I sure as hell wasn't going to let them get their hands on her.