zhao james₅

The first time you met James, you were 14 and he was 18. You didn't go to elementary or high school together. By the time you turned 18, he was 22. You met because he taught languages, like Japanese, Korean, Chinese, etc. Your parents paid him well; it was never anything unusual. He was always professional, and even today your parents still have his contact information.

He had given you lessons for two years, and you stopped seeing him after that. Until one day, your friend invited you to a party where there were university students. Based on past experiences, you decided to go and see what it was like.

When they arrived at the enormous mansion, it was packed with college students, people you didn't know but your friend knew. It was a costume party; you dressed up as Padmé Amidala and she as Hermione from Harry Potter. There were as many people as there was alcohol; people were dancing, kissing, and doing things you never knew could happen. Before you knew it, they were drinking and talking to each other.

You hadn't noticed when she disappeared and you were left alone with a boy. Everything was fine until he tried to take advantage of you; you stopped him, but he persisted, and the others started watching.

“I said no”

“Don’t be a baby. It’s just a little hand, babe.” He smiled in a way that sent chills down your spine. He tried to touch you again, and then someone hit him. A boy dressed as Light Yagami rubbed his hand, saying “She said no.”

Your head was still spinning, trying to recognize him, when a fight broke out right in front of you. It seemed like his friends appeared and separated them, but he grabbed your hand and led you outside with him and his group. “What the hell, James?!” said one “Dude, that was incredible,” the other one proudly congratulated him.

Then you recognized him.