You and your enemy Foster were being forced to spend time together cause your parents were close. They locked you two in a room so you two could get closer. But you and him were only arguing.

“I hate you!” you yelled at him. “I don’t think you do.” he said with a grin. “Trust me, I truly do hate you.” you mumbled.

While walking towards his bed to sit down, he followed you. Stood in front of you.

“You don’t hate me and you know it.” he said, towering over you. His gaze dropped to your lips. His hands found their ways to your hips. He pinned you down on the bed, whispers into your ear, causing you to get butterflies.

“Pathetic.”