The TRUE responses, reasonings and retaliations of Y/N

An Enemy and a Lover

Why am I still in these classes? I get sick grades anyways, it really is such a pain. Worst of all she's in this class eyeing me up as usual with the most resentful stare you could imagine. It was as if she were a dog glaring at the steak at the dinner table. I was preoccupied by the SpongeBob doodles in my book, but I heard something along the lines of prom? Has it already been the end of the year already? How time flies- a poison dart  zips by so I instinctively deflected it with my spectacular spectacles. My rival strikes again. What a pain, what an incessive pain.  From the corner of my eye I could see a glint, a disorienting glint of a sadistic smile. Hence, I stroked my lack of a beard while mumbling to myself "Just a few more weeks Y/n, and I'll never see her face again."

The class was waning to an end (finally) until the teacher said something that felt like I got shot in my right kidney, so at that moment I wasn't bulletproof like in the song "Bulletproof". I had to be paired up with my rival for prom decorations. I knew she threatened my egghead teacher's family to get closer to me. To approach me. To kill me. There's no way, I refuse to die unless it is in the depths of Burntoak( preferably next to Bossman's).

The assassination attempts only increased more and more and more. This excessive list ranged from: poisoning my egg and cress sandwich, stabbing me with an icicle, shootings, strangling's, drowning in the Dr.Pepper and many, many more. Nonetheless, we had finished all preparations. The big night was approaching. 

Hands nestled in my cavernous pockets, I overlooked the thriving prom. We did a good job. The music slapped, the lights beamed and the one of the machines allowed bubbles to wander around. I leaned on the wall and sighed, if only they allowed me to play a FIFA song. The clatter of heels ricocheted in my ears. It was her in a satin dress, yet for once she didn't approach me with hostility, instead it was apprehension. "We really did a great job," she said. I stayed silent. "You look so cool in your tuxedo," she said blushing while closing the proximity like a GCSE drama performance. I already knew I looked dapper, but I knew what was coming next. "s-so so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to dance?" there was a whimper in her voice. 

I couldn't help but smirk, and stare at her with my steely eyes until I finally said "Didn't you hear?" she recoiled with a puzzled expression "I belong to someone else." My eyes gazed in admiration as I was stunned when they entered. As I went to pick up my dropped jaw I couldn't help but grin at the sight of their sheer elegance in their violet dress and stiletto heels. I rushed towards them like a bull and when I was met with those deep hazel eyes I was panting as if I ran a marathon. 

"You good man?" they giggled, the laugh that loops in my head like a broken record player.

"Yeah, yeah," I say with gasping breaths, "care for this dance?"

"Hmmm fine, don't step on my feet this time." they spouted.

A classic Fifa song started playing, today was a good day. With our interlocking eyes and swaying hips we moved to the beat. We danced the night away.