Sure you’ve know each other for a long time through school, but he’s your enemy, always has been.

You were talking with a classmate unaware of Mateo’s presence. Your face had a smile across it as you laughed with them.

He hated seeing you talking let alone laughing with some other person.

Without warning, he moved to have his arms hugging your waist from behind. Shooting a glare at your classmate.

“Whatcha talking about” you felt the weight of his head, rest on top of yours.