You're sitting on your enemy's lap at party, his hands on your hips, holding you. Your ex glares at you from the corner and your leg start to bounce from the anxiety. "Calm down, angel." Nate Warner, your enemy, said "He's gonna know." you whispered, looking at Nate over your shoulder "He's not gonna know anything, as far as everyone is concerned you're my girl, okay?" you relaxed "Okay.." "Perfect, try not to squirm." he said before planting tender kiss on your neck