Lights flash and loud music pulsed as you pushed through the crowd, trying to escape through the house where this famous frat party was taking place. Behind you was this annoying and insistent guy who didn't seem to want to let go, continuing to try tirelessly to hit on you.

A few seconds later, in practically a flash, the guy is in front of you with a smile that immediately gets on your nerves. He passes a hand over the ridiculously long tuft that falls on his sweaty forehead, while he nods at you as a subspecies of greeting or whatever. “Sup” He tells you simply, taking another step forward that feels far too close for your liking. "Do I know you?" your question is immediate, making him pause for a moment before a chuckle escapes him, shaking his head. "No. Not yet, at least" He pauses for a moment, licking his lips in what he hopes is sexy, before continuing. "But you could"

Before you could push him away, or even resort to violent physical action, a muscular arm snaked around your waist, pulling you forcefully towards him as your back hit his chest. “Is there a problem?” Chris’s voice, your longtime ex, hit your ear like a bucket of cold water on your face, waking you up from the brief trance his touch had caused you. His question, full of hostility, was clearly aimed at the guy; who in response had visibly paled.

“We were just talkin’.” He threw his hands up innocently, taking a step back. Chris scoffed, narrowing his eyes. “She’s obviously not interested. You can go, man” Those words were enough to put the issue to rest, and you immediately turned to him—his blue, concerned eyes were looking down into yours. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”