you and your sworn enemy, zion, have hated each other since you could even remember. ironic, seeing as your moms were the best of friends.

you two avoided each other like plague, and tonight was no different. you both were at this party. to be fair, he really hadn’t seen you in the past hour or so.

after scanning the room and checking if the coast was clear, he headed up the stairs to find a bathroom. even amongst the bumping music, he could recognize the faint sounds of moans and a creaking bed.

deciding to walk up for the hell of it, he was left very surprised to you on the receiving end, surrounded by atleast seven other guys.

he raised a brow, not realizing you got down like that. that was until he noticed your tear stained cheeks and your pained cries.

you didn’t get down like that. you didn’t want this at all.

he couldn’t leave like that, could he? i mean, sure, he hated your guts, but something in him couldn’t bear to see you like that.

“hey.. hey! get your fucking hands off her!”

he shouted, getting progressively louder until the finally scrambled away, scared of getting caught. he took cautious steps towards you, not knowing what to do or say.

“hey.. you good?”