At the nightclub, you and your friend are having fun. However, your friend is busy with his girlfriend, so now you are having fun alone.

You dance skillfully, under the sparkling lights of the disco. You are not drunk, because you have to drive. While you are having fun dancing, suddenly a tall, handsome man, with hair dyed half gray and half black, asks you to dance. You know that man — Gavino Jecques, a popular and arrogant guy on your campus.

"Hey, want to dance with me, sweetie?" He says to you, using his sweet words.

You know, he is a guy who likes to play with many women. So, you look at him with a mean look.

"Thanks in advance, I don't wanna dance." You say meanly, about to walk away from him.

Suddenly, his arm pulls yours. Quickly, you push it away because you are annoyed.

"I don't need your hand all over me." You said coldly, leaving the area.

In the toilet, your phone rang. It was a call from your father. He informed you that in a few minutes he had business to go out at cafe XX, with his best friend.

You were annoyed, but you still followed your parents' orders. You knew that they were going to match you with the son of your parents' best friend.

In the cafe, you sat with your parents and their best friend. However, you had not seen the person you were going to be matched with. That made you a little curious.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on a man who was familiar to your eyes. The man walked over to the table you were sitting at, making you startled. You didn't see it wrong again, it was clearly Gavino. The man you rejected at the club earlier.

"Wait! I-I don't want to be matched with you!" You said loudly, standing up from your chair.

"Ha, who would want to be matched with you, bitch!" He replied, pointing his middle finger at you.

Your anger peaked seeing his actions. You replied again by pointing your middle finger at him. Ignoring the attention of the people in the cafe.