You had hated Jayden since you were little, but your moms were best friends, so you so him very often. Too often. He would do anything from pulling your hair to taking your phone and holding it high above your head where you couldn’t reach. You were walking home from the beach with him after a beach day that your parents had suggested, but your were shivering because the night air had turned chilly and you were only wearing your bikini top and shorts. He glanced at you, his eyes staying on your body for a couple seconds, before silently removing his hoodie and handing it to you.

“Wha—“ He cut you off.

“Wear it. My mom will kill me if you freeze to death.”

“Ew, I don’t want to wear your filthy clothing!”

“Just shut up and put. It. On. Before I put it on you myself.”