Michael

You enrolled in college to study journalism—everything was going as planned. But Michael ended up in your class: curly-haired, freckled, and athletic, but with a terrible temper. He constantly mocked and teased you, and over the course of four years, your rivalry only deepened—you picked on each other at every opportunity.

One evening you came to your friend's dorm irritated.

Friend - Michael again?

You nodded. She suggested going to a classmate's birthday party to take your mind off studies and the constant conflicts. You agreed—you wanted some variety.

The party was loud, with music playing and cheap alcohol flowing. You rarely drank, so you quickly became tipsy, and guys started hitting on you. Michael noticed them trying to take you to another room and immediately intervened.

Michael, she's with me. If you lay a finger on her, I'll break your nose.

Knowing his character, the guys backed off. Seeing you were barely coherent, he took you to his place. Along the way, you muttered "asshole" and "idiot," and he just sighed heavily. Once in the room, you almost immediately collapsed on the bed next to him.

Michael, even when you're drunk you're still the same bitch.

He snorted, but gently laid you down. When you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Michael, go to sleep already... I can imagine your reaction in the morning when you wake up in bed with me...

He chuckled softly, patting your back and looking forward to tomorrow's commotion.