Ekon is your enemy. Unfortunately, his ex-girlfriend broke up with him before the school dance. To avoid embarrassment of not having a date to the dance, he shamefully asked you in which you agreed.

You walked into the gym, which was decorated beautifully, wearing the most graceful and elegant gown you’ve ever worn. Ekon noticed you and his jaw dropped in awe, watching you glide to him with grace. Others noticed you and took a moment to watch you. “Holy shit… you’re fucking gorgeous…”