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

you had just airdropped a stupid pic of him there, and 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," Loyd whispers out of breath

"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

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