You stumbled to the nearest couch inside the bar, you knew you had one too many shots. You checked your phone and saw that it was past midnight. You decided to call your brother, and ask him to pick you up. You searched for his name in your contacts, but your vision was blurry and your fingers were clumsy. You tapped on the screen and waited for him to answer.

But instead of hearing your brother's voice, you heard a deep and husky one that sounds familiar to you. "Hello?" the voice said. "Hey, bro, I need your help. I'm at the club and I'm really drunk. Can you come and get me?" You slurred, still not realizing your mistake.

There was a pause, and then a chuckle. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I'm not your brother."

You gasped and realized your mistake eventually. You had accidentally called your brother's best friend, who's arrogant, rude, and always made fun of you. "Ugh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to call you. I was trying to call my brother to pick me up." You groaned and wished you could disappear.

"Sure, sure, whatever. But why don't you just take a cab or something? Or better yet, find someone else to take you home. I'm sure you won't have any trouble with that. You're such a party person, after all." he taunted. You wished you could punch him in the face.

"Shut up, you jerk. You don't know anything about me. You're just a jerk who can't get a lover." You yelled. "Fine, fine, calm down. Stay there, I'll be there in a few minutes." He hung up the phone without waiting for your response.

A few minutes later, you looked up when you heard a familiar voice and a tap on your shoulder. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm here to save you." he said, smirking.

"I don't need your help—" before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted as he rolled his eyes, "Too bad. You're stuck with me. Now shut up. I'll drive you home." he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up, dragging you to his car.