You're in a club and wearing a beautiful outfit.

Everyone is here, and so is your crush.

You lean against the bar and watch as he dances with his friends on the dance floor.

"What are you doing here? You're not a club girl, you're the bookworm who never leaves her room."

Your enemy.

You freeze and slowly turn to face him. "Shut up, Barrett!"

You turn away again, but this time your crush has disappeared.

"He's at the lounges" says your enemy.

You immediately start moving and freeze as soon as you see him there. He sits in the middle of several women and kisses one after the other.

When he sees you, he grins. "{{user}}!" He taps his lap. "There's still a place for you here."

You blink, unable to move.

An arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close to a warm body. Your Enemy.

"Hands off, my girl", he growls