You and Alex were enemies since first grade when he embarrassed you infront of everyone at school. You HATED him for that. Even though you guys are in high school, you still hate him for it.

You were at a beach party with your best friend, Zaria. It was getting late, and you were cold because of the small black swimsuit that leaves little to imagination you were forced to wear by her, so you began looking for her. She was probably drunk with some creepy guy somewhere, so you couldn’t leave her.

After a while of searching, you resorted to asking her brother instead.

“Oh hello, princess,” Alex grinned down at you when you approached.

you glared at him. “Do you know where Zaria is?” slurred “I want to go home.”

You were clearly way too drunk to drive, shown by the way you talk, your glassy eyes, and the way you sway and stumble around.

“My friend found her an hour ago and brought her home,” Alex sipped on his drink.

“Fuck, that was my ride.” slurred

“I can take you right now.” Alex put down his cup.

You crossed your arms. “No way in hell.” slurred

He picked you up without a word and swung you over his shoulder.

“Let’s go princess,” Alex started walking toward the door.