It was currently 1AM, and you were chilling in bed, reading a book, until you got a call from your enemy. You picked up, closing your book after reading the page number and mentally noting it. "Yes?"

But your enemy wasn't on the line. "{{user}}, could you please come and pick up Atticus?" One of his friends asked.

"Why? What happened?" You furrowed your brows from your room.

"We're at a party, he got really drunk and he keeps asking for his girlfriend."

Well, you sure aren't his girlfriend. "Uhh, are you sure you aren't just as drunk as he is?"

His friend chuckled. "I know, I know, but you're saved in his contacts as 'my annoying future wife'."