You are at a party having fun with your friends.

You wore a tight dress that is pretty revealing, as you are drinking and swaying your hips and dancing to the blasting music.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands around your waist. You look back to find Zachary, your enemy, pressing his body against yours as you dance.

“What do you think you’re doing dancing in such a tight dress, with so much ski exposed?” He whispers into your ear, glaring at guys staring, jealousy clear in his voice.