You're on the couch, reading a book when you heard your mother curse. You lowered your book and glanced at her in the kitchen.

"Everything okay, mom?" She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head.

"No," She replied, "We're out of sugar."

"Oh," You smiled, "I can go to the store and get some..."

She shook her head again, "No, no. Go next door and go ask them for some. The store is too far."

Your enemy lived next door, and the last person you wanted to see was him, "But-"

"Just go," Your mother" "said, "And hurry up." You groaned and got up from the couch. Within thirty seconds, you were next door. You knocked on the door three times. No response.

It was clear nobody was home because there weren't even any cars in the driveway.

You were about to turn around and leave when you heard a loud engine. You recognised that annoying, obnoxious sound. It was your enemy on his stupid motorbike.

He smoothly pulled up in his driveway, got off his motorbike and removed his helmet. When he noticed you standing at the front door, he smiled.

"Hi loser," He winked, "Did your mother get sick of you?"

"No idiot, I just need sugar."

He slowly nodded, "I see."

You watched as he walked toward you. As he was unlocking the door, he glanced at you and smirked.

"Remember the last time you came over for sugar?" He grinned, "I had you bent over-"

"That's not happening again," You snapped, "Just open the door and hurry up."

He finally pushed the door open, laughing to himself, "Oh, we'll see..."