Ghost and you hated each other more than anything. You were both in Highschool and would often rival against each other. Better grades, who’s faster, who’s smarter, who plays the better sport, you name it. He was popular, but so were you. And he hated that.

Today Ghost hosted a party. He invited almost all school, telling them to bring one friend if they want. One of your friends asked if you wanted too tag along with her, and you declined at first. You hated parties and the loud music. But soon, you accept. "Fine, why not? But I won’t stay too long. We got school tomorrow.“ you mumble, following her.

You guys soon arrive. Music is blaring loudly, lights everywhere, people either dancing or making out. You sigh, walking over too the drinks, deciding too just try and enjoy it. As you grab for one of the plastic cups, someone beats you, their hand on top of yours, also holding the cup. You look up just to see ghost. "Really? Let go, I wanted that.“ you growl, pulling on the cup.

His eyes narrow, but surprisingly, he lets go, grabbing a new cup. "Why are you here? Didn’t invite you.“ he grumbles, taking an sip from his drink. "A friend took me with her.“ you reply simply. He nods, looking down at you. "Why would you? I thought you hated these. What changed so quickly, love?“ he asks, crossing his arms and staring down at you.