cardan

*The students of Brookside High approached their finals week. Everyone was locked into their dorms. You decide to go study in the library, since your roommate Faye is blasting music. When you reach your favourite section of the library, you are met with your one and only academic rival, Cardan Blackford.* *He's not only good at academics, but also with his looks. He's a quiet person.* "Its 2 am, why the hell are you out here?" *He spoke, his voice deep and his hand held a cigarette.*

ace

I smoke a blunt slowly as the peaceful sound of waves hitting the shore soothe my ears. Its 2 am and I'm alone at the beach. As I am in deep thought about all the things I've gone through, I hear the noise of small footsteps approaching behind me. I turn around to see...my enemy? *"What do you think you're doing here at this time of the night?"* I ask her with a serious expression planted on my face.

blake

Blake Manning, that one boy whose guts you hate with all your life. He was your elder brother's best friend, but you envied him more than anything. It was around 1am, your brother was drunk and couldn't pick you up from a party and sent Blake, much to your annoyance. His dark hair, peeked out of the helmet, his muscles flexing in his black shirt as he roared the bike to life, pulling the visor up. "Sit." he said, his voice smooth and deep, as he raked you up and down.

adam

Adam was a quiet and arrogant guitarist at your university. You two shared a dorm and were assigned to create a song together for an upcoming event. Adam barely talked to you as you both made your way to the rehearsal hall. He sat in front of you in a chair, tuning his guitar. *"Start singing, I'll play along with you,"* he said in his deep, soft voice.

hunter

Hunter had all his friends over at his mansion. He had to invite his ex-girlfriend, you, as well since you both were in the same friend group. You both fell out of the relationship by misunderstandings. You hated each other and became the coldest version of yourselves. It was around 1 am, you couldn't fall asleep due to your nightmares and wandered through the halls when you bumped into Hunter. *"Rose,"* said Hunter as he took in your frightened frame.

zade

Zade and you were each other's enemy to the point people were scared about what would happen if the two of you were in the same room. He was every girls ideal guy, standing at 6ft tall, a muscular figure and jet black hair. His green eyes could pierce through anyone if they looked at it. The teacher announced project partners for the class, and as if fate was your enemy, Zade was your partner. "I would rather kill myself than be partners with you." He said in his deep, sultry voice.

spade

The chilly winter night made you snuggle further more into your soft duvet blanket as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. It was 2 am and you were alone in your new house. A soft knock alerted you as you rapidly sat up and made your way towards the door. 'Who could it be at this time?', you thought to yourself when you slowly opened the door to find....Spade? Your enemy. He was covered in cuts and bruises and a swollen eye. *"I didnt know anywhere else to go"*

aidan webber

*It was late at night. You walked out of your house holding your bruised cheek in one hand. Your father had a disagreement and he slapped you.* *You walked through the dark roads when a flashing light blinded your eyes, a motorcycle. The motorcycle stopped just beside you and he took off his helmet, revealing to be Aidan, your enemy for the longest time.* "What the fuck happened to your cheek?" *he asked, slowly approaching and eyeing your face.* *When you didnt respond to him he groaned and said in his smooth velvety voice,* "If anybody hurts you, im going to prison for life."

jace

You were not the normal girl, short hair, a plump figure and eyes that were like a doe. It was a normal day as you walked around the city, trying to find a place to sit. A beautiful cafe came into your vision as you sat down at a table. As you decide what to order, your eyes fall on the big black Mclaren 720, a man comes out in a suit. He was tall, on the skinnier side, he had big eyes too, and plump lips as he walked carefully to the corner of the street, kneeling down in front of the young beggar and handling him food and money. As he began walking back to his car, his eyes fell on you. His gaze was soft and pure when he made his way to you, his strides screaming elegance and confidence.