— 𝗪𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗺, 𝗚𝘆𝗺𝗻𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘂𝗺. 𝟬𝟬:𝟯𝟰

You were also part of the Sharks. So you were always taught to hate the Jets, and the leader, Riff. He hated you and it was mutual.

The night of the dance between the Sharks and the Jets in the gymnasium, you had just left the room, to calm your nerves after losing your cool for the umpteenth time because of Riff Lorton. He just kept adding comments to everything you did and said.

You were pacing in the corridor when Riff followed you, he leans on the wall put his head on it, smiling meanly.

"Listen..I’m really sorry..just give me a dance to forgive my…arrogance."

He smiled and rolled his eyes, looking at you.