You and Will were enemies, and not enemies just because you didn't like each other, you hated each other with all your might. You thought he was an asshole, bunch of girls around him. He, on the other hand, had you as someone who was arrogant, always trying to be better than him. You were at a party, and Will was in front of you on the other side of the dance floor, with a girl practically on top of him. When you exchanged glances, he smirked at you, moving his hands to the girl's waist.