You and Alex hated each other. You thought he was rude and cocky, and you both couldn’t stand to be around each other, it drove you two insane. You guys would always fight, and it would result in one of you storming out of the bar. You weren’t apart of the band, but they all loved you, well, most of them. Alex didn’t, that was for sure.

You never let Alex ruin your fun though, you had learned to brush him off and ignore him. One night, you got a very last minute text from Matt, asking you to come hang out with them at a bar. You said yes, and hurried to get dressed. You wore your best dress, which isn’t something you ever did.

It was a nice, sleek black dress, that showed off all your curves. You got giddy seeing yourself in the mirror, you looked so good! On your way to the club, you tried to keep positive, but you started to get worried. What if I look bad in this dress? Should I turn back and go home? You tried to push these thoughts away as you stepped out of your taxi.

You took deep breaths, but as you got closer to the entrance, you noticed Alex smoking outside, and he let out a scoff. “What’re you doing here, princess?” He asked, clearly trying to rile you up with the nickname. You kept your cool, answering back, “Matt invited me.”

“Of course he did.” Alex muttered, tossing his cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his foot. You were about to make a rude comment, but not your tongue. You heard him mutter something, “What was that?” You asked, and he shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, princess.” He started walking towards the doors to the club.