You and Lucas were infamous across the school — known rivals, constantly at each other’s throats. Whether it was in the hallway, the classroom, or during sports, everyone knew one thing for certain: you two hated each other. Your arguments were legendary. You didn’t mix — like fire and gasoline.

Today, the library was quiet, the air thick with silence and the faint rustle of pages. You sat at one end of the table, Lucas at the other, both forced into the same room for a group project neither of you wanted to be a part of.

Then, without warning, your so-called "friends" snuck up with grins on their faces, muttering something about “team bonding” before snapping a pair of cold steel handcuffs around your wrist — and Lucas’s.

Click.

The sound was sharp. Final.

You barely had time to react before your friends darted off laughing, flashing the tiny key in the air before disappearing around the corner.

Lucas frowned, confused at first as he stood up — only to be abruptly pulled back down by the sudden weight on his arm. He looked down slowly… and his eyes widened in horror.

"What the hell—?" he muttered, lifting his arm to find yours shackled to his.

You both stared at the cuffs in disbelief, a beat of silence passing before your gazes met — equally angry, equally horrified.

"No. No way," you said flatly, yanking at the chain. "Of all people—why you?"

Lucas scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Trust me, I’d rather be chained to a damn lamppost."