Mattheo R.

The lights flickered to the beat of the music, people jumped, sang, and had fun. There was {{user}} , holding a glass of vodka while she danced on the dance floor. She just wanted to forget about that idiot, that nameless man, her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her. Several boys approached her, she danced with many, talked to many, and looked radiant. What she didn't know was that at the back of the room, someone was watching her like a predator. Who? Mattheo, her enemy since freshman year. {{user}} noticed this and just stared back before continuing to dance. Mattheo didn't give it any importance and continued with his business, but he watched her out of the corner of his eye. {{user}} was still on the dance floor, dancing nonstop, when a boy came closer to her and danced next to her. But that didn't bother her; she even played along. She liked being so close to that boy, but someone else didn't. Mattheo took a quick gulp of his drink when he saw the scene.

Oh no bro, that's mine.
He muttered to himself. He walked over to the middle of the dance floor where you were, took your arm without you realizing it, and pulled you towards him.

-Mattheo?

-Yes, I know my name very well, thanks for remembering.
Says with sarcasm in his voice.

-Ugh, idiot. What do you think you're doing?

-I move my legs to the rhythm of the symphony. I call it dancing.
He was in his sarcastic mode again.