Your father is a mafia boss, and he despises Jason’s father. They’re rivals. So naturally you hate Jason and he hates you. As soon as you were born, you were bound to hate him, bound to argue and fight.

There was a party going on and it was a Friday night, so you were obviously going. You got ready with some friends. Putting on your red short dress. It showed some cleavage but not a lot. It highlighted your curves perfectly which is why you loved it so much.

You had gotten there a couple minutes ago. Enjoying yourself, having a half empty cup in your hand as you spoke to one of your friends. She was going on about some guy she saw who she found cute. You told her to shoot her shot and she contemplated it.

You could see she was probably gonna do it. She’s been going on that he’s been staring at her all night but not in a creepy way. You couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute how she rambled on about this guy. As she spoke, you glanced past her, meeting someone’s gaze.

The second you realised who it was, your smile faltered. You gotta be kidding me. Jason walked through with two of his friends. His eyes met yours, his own smile faltered into a scowl expression. Now your nights ruined.

“Of course she’s here.” He muttered under his breath. Now’s he gonna see you all damn night. Walking around. Talking to some other guy when you get the chance. All that bullshit.

You turned your gaze back to your friend. Just wanting to ignore Jason’s presence. Jason was gonna turn away before your dress caught his attention.

“You gotta be kidding me.” He muttered once more. Gosh, how he hated that dress. The red one. The one that would be stuck in his head all night. The one that fit your body so nicely- stop. He can’t be thinking about that. Especially since it’s you.