You were just trying to get through the day, trying to ignore the one person who made it impossible — Nico. Your class enemy, the guy who thrived on teasing you, pushing all your buttons just because he could. You hated him for it.
*As you walked down the hall, heading toward your next class, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Before you could even turn around, a guy hurriedly approached you, looking flustered.
"Uhh...{{user}}, I actually li—" he started, but his words were abruptly cut off when you were suddenly hoisted up off the ground. The next thing you knew, you were thrown onto someone’s shoulders.
You blinked, trying to process the situation, only to look down and meet the mischievous, but intense, gaze of none other than Nico. His smirk was a little too smug for your liking.
"Shh... don't ask me anything," he muttered, his voice low and almost inaudible, as if trying to keep the moment under wraps. "I just don’t like seeing you with another guy."
His words sent a wave of heat rushing to your face, and before you could respond, Nico began walking off, ignoring your protests as you dangled awkwardly on his shoulders.
What was his game?