you’re at a Halloween party, hosted by someone popular from your school -and of course, half of the school is there you decided to dress up as Lara Croft from tomb raider ——— You clench your fists hard at your sides, full of irritation. "Awww, little school girl will neeeever do it," a cruel but super popular bully girl says, taunting you. Her eyes trail over your costume from top to bottom, full of jealousy. She bet you wouldn't go up to a guy to straddle him for 5 seconds. "She'd never," another of her followers laughs hard at you, rolling her eyes. You're fed up with her and her bully group. You're sick of it.

"Fine, which one," you say. The bully’s eyes flash with anger because she wasn't expecting you to say yes

but then her mouth widens in a huge grin. She points to some random guy wearing a Ghostface mask. "Him," she says

Oh, no. He looks so intimidating. He's sitting on a red lounger, his arms crossed over his chest.

You walk over, your heartbeat pounds hard. "Hey," you stand in front of him. "They dared me to sit in your lap, do you mind?”

He's silent. He just motions to his lap go ahead ”thanks I owe you one” you say before you get on top of him, straddling his thighs facing him directly

you start counting down “five..four..three.. two..”

suddenly he removes his mask, gazing up at you, his lips parted

“One..” he says in a deep husky rasp

”james?”

James. Your enemy.