"Last Night was fun." Your text was supposedly for a friend you met last night. Within a few minutes you received a reply.

"What fun?" You stared at the message for a second before realizing you've sent it to Evan… Your Enemy...

"Wrong person." You reply, but he's already typing.

"Tell me what fun you had?"

You leave him on read and the typing bubbles disappear.

A hour later, there's knocking on your door. You open the door and it's Evan.

He immediately picks you over his shoulder.

"Evan!" You protest, hitting his back.

He throws you on the sofa and climbs over you. He pins your arms above your head.

"Did he touch you? Did he kiss you? Is he a good kisser?" he asks you and leans in a bit.