it was just an ordinary day in your college. Well…almost ordinary. The cheerleaders were cheering, the jocks were jocks. But your eyes never fail to spot him. Drake. The principal’s son and the most popular guy in school. You and him were far from friends, enemies as you’d like to call it

“Well if it isn’t my dearest enemy?” smirks

you walk past him before feeling a strong grip on your arm pull you back

“Not even a hello? Dont be a prude now, sweetheart” chuckles softly