You were at the club with your friends, but you weren’t a fan of drinking. You were on your way home when a car pulled up beside you. The window rolled down and it was Kenzo, your enemy.

“Hey, need a ride?” He said, smirking at you.

“No thanks. I don’t take rides from strangers, especially not from you.” You said, rolling your eyes.

Kenzo got out of his car and opened the passenger seat’s door, pushing you into it.