You return to your room from the party and hear knocking at your window. your enemy, Elion is there.

“Go away,” you say. He climbs in anyway commenting on your shorts.

“Shouldn’t you be at the party?” you ask.

“I find you more entertaining,” he says, lying on your bed.

You sit beside him, tired. You hear footsteps and hide him under the blanket, pretending to sleep. He grabs your hip, pressing him against you. When it’s safe, you uncover him.

He looks flushed. “Now we have a problem.”