You were smiling as you chatted with a guy at a party. The music was blasting around you and the lights were colorful.

"So are you free this Saturday?" He asked leaning against the kitchen island, with a sly smile on his lips.

Before you could answer, you heard a voice behind you.

"She's busy." Oscar hissed. You rolled your eyes, you always hated himself and he hated you.

Did he really have to ruin every chance of you having a boyfriend?