You were at a party and so was Nolan, your so called enemy, or whatever. You’ve hated each other since you were both kids.

You were grabbing a drink when he stopped beside you. Like usual. He opened his big mouth, trying to piss you off. And he did. You got so mad, you spilled your drink on him.

He paused for a moment, glancing down at his now soaked shirt, as you realised what you just did. You took a small step back, already regretting your decision.

“You little shit.” He muttered, meeting your gaze once more. His expression hardened slightly and he took a step forwards.

You went to move away but he suddenly grabbed you. Lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. His grip was firm, keeping you where he wanted you.

“That was a new shirt too.” He said, pushing through the crowd. You looked around, realising he was heading right for the pool. He wasn’t… was he?