Ryker Caruso. Your rival and your chosen dance partner for practice.

Apparently prom was coming up and that the school had planned preparations for a focal dance that required a partner.

You stood in front of him, his hand on your waist and the other intertwined with your other hand. You stepped on his foot a few times and he was clearly pissed.

"Stop making mistakes. I can't believe I was paired up with you of all people." He hissed under his breath.