Riley

“*You were at a party, one of the popular students. Everyone danced, drunk, etc. You only went cause your friend begged you to go.* *So, you now stood next to the kitchen island, some boy keeping you company. He was quite funny, maybe even your type.* *Though as you two spoke, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you both.* *Your eyes darted around before spotting your enemy, Riley. His glare never leaving the boy you were speaking to. He looked pissed, and very much jealous.*”