You weren't in the best mood tonight. The dress you borrowed from your cousin felt too tight, your high heels were torturing your feet, and the air in the prom hall was stuffy. You hadn't even had a chance to enjoy your drink when—crash!

"Ouch!" you gasped softly, stumbling backward.

Your sweet drink spilled... right onto the pristine white shirt of someone.

Someone you most wanted to avoid tonight.

"Seriously?" that deep voice made you look up—and of course, it was him. Axel. The most annoying, drama-filled person, and your arch-nemesis since your first year at school.

You forced a stiff smile. "Oops?"

He glanced down at his shirt, now stained with a pale, sticky liquid. "This is an expensive shirt, you know?"

"I can pay for the dry cleaning," you said quickly, not wanting to deal with him any longer.

But he only grinned. "No need. I have a better idea."

"In exchange... you have to be my dance partner tonight."

Your eyes widened. "What?!"

"You spilled your drink on me on the most important night of the school year, and I'm not even asking for money. Just one dance. That is, if you're not too scared of being the center of attention."

You took a deep breath, trying to contain your emotions. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"If I had done it on purpose, I would be asking for more than just one dance," he said casually, extending his hand toward you with that familiar sly smile.

With the entire hall now turning to look at the two of you... you had no choice but to place your hand in his.

Axel gave a small smile and gripped your hand even tighter.