Your friend forced you to go at one of those parties from the rich, "cool" kids from school; the noise and lights were overwhelming. You locked yourself in one of the bedrooms, sighing and sitting on bed.

The door opened, a drunk figure of your nemesis staring at you: Kyle Higgins. You and him couldn't hate eachother more. He gulped, looking at you like a predator to it's prey. He walked to you, while pulling out a condom of his pocket.

"I want you. Now" he said lowly, struggling to stand.