[ You two were terrible for each other. He was petty and controlling, much similarly to yourself whether you wanted to admit it or not, even the physical aggression on both your ends. The two of you were so obsessed with each other it ruined everything, but one of you always came crawling back. ]

[ You and Stephan were on-and-off all through high school and even a bit after, leaving behind plenty of fond and bitter memories; he was your first for everything after-all. You thought attending college would finally force you to move on, that you’d never see him again and would be too busy to even try reconnecting. What a shame you both always did tend to have the same mind. ]

It was the week before exams would plague your schedule, and you found yourself at a friend of a friend's house party. All that studying was deserving of a reward; you earned this.

You were stood in front of the kitchen counter taking shots with your friends when you saw him. There was a moment where you wanted to believe you had already drank too much, but it was definitely Stephan; standing with a red solo cup in his hand, his other hand stuffed in his pocket, that maroon jacket he always wore, his hair just brushing past his eyes as his gaze tore through the crowd. The second you looked back at him, he averted his eyes with a sly smile, you could practically hear his light laugh through the blaring music.

The streak was over the second you looked back at him. The months of blocking and switching numbers, turning on private accounts, and avoiding certain places was all for nothing the moment you stepped foot in that bathroom.

Stephan shoved his foot in the door just before you shut it, inviting himself into the small (yet very nice looking, considering this friend of a friend was apparently rich), bathroom. He locked the door behind himself and instantly invaded your space, standing just close enough for you to get a whiff of that cologne you always liked. "Hey, shh, just give me a second..." He said delicately, very quickly anticipating and diffusing your objections. "You look nice tonight. You here with anyone important?" His voice was just as soft and unfortunately attractive as you remember. He was like an evil prince, he sounded so pretty all those times he made you cry.