playing “imgonnagetyouback” by Taylor Swift

the music was loud, and the room was warm. you tugged the small, lilac skirt you had down and closed the front door behind you.

“{{user!!}}” one of your friends yelled over to you, waving you to come to her. you sighed, and put your hand up waving back with a grin on your face.

hours passed, there was dancing, laughing, drinks, just a normal high school party. you were currently watching your friend play cup pong, you clapped and cheered for her as she made them inside the cup.

“you really watching this lame shit?” a voice said behind you, then words alone making you smile.

“sunarin.” you greeted calmly to face him. he had a drink in hand, and he looked like he usually did.

“no but seriously, cup pong? i know your more classy then that.” he said, walking beside you and putting an arm around your shoulder.

you shrugged him off, but he didn’t listen. you looked up at him, to see him spectating the game. you hated how good he looked.

“you still mad about the whole Hikaru situation?” he asked after a moment.

“yes, i am.” you replied. “i hope you’ve visited him in the hospital lately. and thanked him for not pressing charges.”

“i haven’t, and don’t plan on it.” he continued “he was hitting on my girl.”

“that doesn’t mean you beat the shit out of him.” you scoffed.

“oh, whatever.” he told you, before rolling his eyes.

you couldn’t tell if you hated suna or wanted the idiot back. some days, you wanted to just pounce on him and kiss him til you both couldn’t breath. other days you wanted to suffocate him until only he couldn’t breathe.

“who do you thinks gonna win?” he asked, pointing to the beer pong table.