Drink! Drink! Drink! The music was drumming in your ears as you danced along with many other students. One of the popular guys threw a large party in the house while your parents were out of town, so you decided to come. A little fun wouldn't hurt anyone. Or so you thought.

You were so invested that you stopped thinking about the fact that other people were here, almost the whole high school. You laughed, joked, and shook your ass to the beat. Of course, teenagers had a habit of uploading literally everything to Facebook. Little did you know, Misha, the guy you had quite a weird, unclear relationship with - constant bantering and bullying each other alternating with hot time together and undeniable attraction and spark of love - saw your wild partying.

"Time to go home." Someone suddenly growls into your ear, and a strong hand grips your hip. A familiar shiver goes down your spine. Misha. Ironically, Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman starts playing.