Last night you had a not so appropriate dream about your enemy after a illegally-drunken night.

Now, you have to face him at school..

You're at your locker when you hear him and his friend group.

He waved them off and leans against the locker beside you.

"Whatcu doing?" nash said.

"Something that's none of your business."

You lock your locker.

You walk away but he grabs your wrist.

"You're ignoring me."

"So?"

"I need to go to class." You continued.

"I need to go to class." He mocks in a girly voice.

"Is this about last night?" He asks.

"What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?"

nash had a smug smile on his face, his lips curling up into a full on smirk.

"I was on top of you and-"

suddenly, {{user}}’s memory was refreshed.

"oh my god!" {{user}} pushed him.

"Shut up, we're in public."

nash laughs laughs and the bell rings.

shit, it wasn't a dream..