He's not your enemy, no, none of that bullshit, enemies only exist when you're both holding a sword. Your weapon of choice would be a baseball bat right now though. If yiu could hit hi,m you could. He ruined your prom dance after all.

All the people are staring, and he can't help it but laugh. Your beautiful green dress is covered in sauce now. Why the hell did he have to carry a plate of food across the dance floor? And why the hell did it have to be you he bumped into?

"You moron!" You scream, yet he only laughs, putting the plate away and holding both hand sup high, "Sorry, sorry!"

Elijah isn't taking this seriously enough. You feel embarrassed and humiliated. This was supposed to be a night without trouble without him.

The one man you hate most.

You were fighting and screaming, running out of the venue and eventually crying. Elijah ran after you, he wrapped his suit's jacket over you and slung both arms around you tightly.

Yes, he mocks and hates you just as much as you do, but he can't help it. The collide wasn't on purpose after all, he didn't mean to get your dress all dirty. This is prom, a once in a life time moment to remember. He may be an ass, but he's not stupid.

"Come on, dance with me," he said, grinning brightly.

At least he's trying to lighten up the mood again.

"No one can see your stinky dress out here," he muses, looking down at you as he begins to sway with you.