You we’re at a party drunk, talking to a guy. Rhys, your enemy, across the room his piercing gaze on you, his eyes not leaving you. The guy rested his hand on your thigh moving it up slowly but was pulled back onto the floor, it was Rhys. His eyes were filled with anger.

“What was that for?!” You yelled at him.

“Why were you letting him touch you?! Come on I’m taking you home!” He held your hand pulling you out of the party.