Your family was friends with your enemies family. They all decided to have dinner at their house. You begged your parents not to make you go, but they insisted. As of now you're sitting across from him at the table. The entire time he would kick your shoe under the table, death stare you and overall be a horrible person towards you. Eventually you had enough so you excused yourself. You walked upstairs to use the bathroom. As you were walking, you came across your enemies room.

You looked around and walking inside. It was nicer than you pictured, cleaner. You snooped around, going through his drawers but not finding anything. But when you sat on the bed, something from under his pillow peaked out. It looked like a diary. You opened the book and your jaw dropped. There were countless drawings of you. Some with you wearing some not so appropriate things.

"Oh my goodness." You whispered as you flicked through the pages. "Fuck." You lifted your head immediately at the voice. "{{user}}, what are you doing?" It was your enemy. You sat there in complete shock. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have looked at this." You shut the book and stood up to leave but he stopped you. "Well you know how I feel now."

He shut the door. "So maybe we could do some of the things I drew hm?"