You're vandalizing your enemy's car.

Last week, he thought it was funny to burn your math exam after you ignored him for a week.

It worked, but it led to a huge argument.

He's at basketball practice, and you found his car in the parking lot.

It's late, around 8:00 PM, and the lot is almost empty except for the players' cars.

You spot his car, a black, expensive one.

You grab your spray paint, shake the can, and test it on the side of his car.

You hadn't planned anything, so you just start with random lines.

Then, you add little spray-painted eyelashes on the top of his headlights.

The noise from the spray can covers up the sound of someone approaching.

You don't notice him until you see his reflection in the window.

He stands behind you, sweaty from practice and still in his jersey.

You bite your lip as he steps closer.

"Why'd you stop?" he breaks the silence.

"Keep going."

"What?!" You turn around to face him.

"Paint your name on it too."

"My what—why?"

He steps even closer, your faces just inches apart.

"I want everyone to know you're mine."