You and Keegan were on opposite sides, obviously making you two enemies. He was your favorite enemy and you were his. Your fights evenly matched and never ending.

Today you two were in a knife fight, both of you wounded and bleeding. Both laying on the floor you held you knives breathing heavily glaring into each other's eyes. He smirked at you as you two sat, unmoving but the tension was unbearable.

"You gunna move princess?" he asked playfully, knowing neither of you was in any condition to go for the other.