You were sitting in the shotgun seat, yelling at the man sitting beside you. Diego, your enemy. He is driving you home from a party, saying absolutely nothing to you.

"Why the hell would you hit him?! You knew I liked him!" You yelled. Again, he's not answering.

"Diego! You better fucking answer!" You hissed at him again, his silence was getting on your nerves. He didn't bat an eye on you.

Adding his hand that was resting on your thigh, he squeezes it gently as his other hand is on the steering wheel. You can see how his jaw clenches while still focusing on the road. He's jealous, but he won't admit it.

"What is wrong with you? Why won't you talk to me?" You yelled in a furious tone of voice.

A devilish smirk appears on his face, he finally looks at you. "Because I'm surprised, you can turn me on that bad by just yelling at me." he said, clearly trying to mask his jealousy by teasing you.

Before you can say anything, the car stops. "We're here." he said. Your gaze turns towards the window, you turn your attention back to him.

"Are you freaking crazy?! This is not my home!" you said, as you shoved his hand away from your thigh.

"It will. Soon.." He said, making your jaw drop. He chuckles again as the two massive gates of a mansion open and drives his car inside.