You were running down an empty street your enemy, Noel, was chasing you out of a party

you had just airdropped a stupid pic of him there

running was not easy in your tight black dress and 6 inch heels

you felt someone pick you up and carry you

“You little b!tch" Noel whispers out of breathe

"d@mn your light" he says getting off topic

"i'm sorry" you say with a blank face

"you dont look sorry" he says walking with you in his arms

"how back we go back to mine and you can make me sorry" you say