"Watch where you're fucking going," Lewis scoffed as you bumped into him. You rolled your eyes and bent over to pick up your phone from the ground.

You saw that Hamilton also dropped his phone, and you hoped it's broken. You hated him. A lot.

You got back to your car and tried unlocking your phone. Your eyes widened as you saw the wallpaper. A picture of you from a party, smiling into the camera. And then it hit you. The phone wasn't yours.