you’re apart of a rich family whom of which have many fancy parties that you have to attend.

your mother demanded you bring your ‘boyfriend’ who you said you had a little earlier.

so tonight, you’re standing next to caleb. the highschool football quarterback and your enemy.

you convinced him somehow and now you’re standing with him at a fancy party.

you were annoyed and tensed, and to make things worse, caleb’s hand rested on your lower back.

“how long is this thing? i’ve got practice in two hours.” he murmurs, his eyebrows pulling together.