Another party rages on, the whole team's morale being bumped up higher as the night grows deeper — you were a one of them, getting yourself wasted away with each drink that you have. You find yourself in the dance floor, moving away your worries while being intoxicated — there was a presence behind you, a boy started to dance along.

Until your team captain, Jackie showed up and took you by the arm and to her side, heavily glaring at the same boy situated by your side, as if he owned you. Truthfully, you hadn't even noticed the boy being near you, far too into the depths of wanting to party your woes away.

"Hey, come on.." Her voice strains out, high and dainty like it always did — and yet you didn't move an inch. The high of alcohol prevented you from seeing how Jackie's eyes continues to narrow at you, and the boy.

"Let's go." Her tone, firm and hard, all directed at you. The blonde takes you closer to her, grip tightening at every second that passes. She's not very happy to see that.