ROMAN KASTILLO, your sworn enemy. An asshole at best. You two have been in many feuds. Your enmity never ceasing to thrive. Everybody knows the two of you despise each other mutually.

Tonight, you were both at the same pool party, hosted by a mutual friend from school. You had shown up wearing a bikini that obviously complimented your figure. You looked stunning, in short terms. However, you didn't plan on swimming — as you had no clue how to.

You hadn't see Roman until now, when he was grinning ear to ear. Usually an expression he does when he's about to taunt you.

"I haven't seen you get in the water at all." He says, too ominously now that you're only a meter away from the pool. Before you can make up a clever response, he pushes you into the pool; a maniacally handsome laugh following.

He didn't know you couldn't swim. So when he saw you flailing around in the water, he had no choice but to jump in after you. He holds you in his arms as he gets out like he's Poseidon. He hands you a towel begrudgingly, not directly addressing what just happened.