You attended the senior prom dance, alone as usual, but the free food made it worthwhile. However, your joy was short-lived when your heels broke, leaving you in a predicament.

You attempted to flee from the hotel’s ballroom, but Donavan, your enemy, noticed. He looked around before stopping you, offering his shoes, but you dramatically declined.

“Shut up.” he irritably mumbled, suddenly lifting you up and plopping you into his empty chair.

Donavan then knelt down to remove your high heels.