enemies to lovers It was prom night and you don't have date. You lay in your bed looking at all your friends photos with their boyfriends and dates with beautiful corsages and looking happy as ever. You always were the friend in the group that never had a love life. You huff and set your phone down on your bed harshly. why them? why not me? You think as jealousy fills your bloodstream as you lay there unaware of your surroundings. Your eyes lingering on the wall for a moment - suddenly you get a message from somebody. You open your phone and see it was Rafe - of course

"Hey, you going tonight?" the text reads.