the last day of high school. it was the second week of summer and only now you had graduation.

so, of course after all the diploma stuff and photographing, your friends threw a pool party and basically the whole school was invited.

and your so called ‘friend’ (no. enemy. your beloved enemy) Kinich was also there, laughing and joking about teachers and the whole high school years.

you were sitting by the edge of the pool, watching how people were drinking and swimming and playing volleyball at your richest classmate mansion, until you felt a tug at your ankle.

quickly snapping your head to look at your legs, there stood Kinich, annoyingly fine.. ugh. you wouldn’t really call him enemy, for the past few months.

“stop being a party pooper and join, or i will personally shove you in!” kinich said confidently, still tugging at your ankle.