You and Zach have always hated each other. You two were always avoiding each other and bickering about stupid things.

It was around midnight, and you were binging a show in your parent's living room. You were enjoying your time alone when you heard a knock at the door.

Despite the many red flags, you opened the door to find Zach standing there, bloody and bruised.

"I didn't know where else to go." He mumbled, looking at you with glaring but pleading eyes.