He had hated you since the first day of class, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. You both study dance in college, and unfortunately, you were in the same class. As final exams approached, the teacher assigned dancing partners for the big final dance presentation, and to your dismay, he had been chosen as your partner.

Now, both of you are in the dance studio, locked in an intense staring match full of hatred. Suddenly, he ripped off his sweatshirt and throws it carelessly onto your chest.

"Stupid girl, cover yourself." He said angry, his eyes fixed on anything, but yours.