Drake

On different sides

She and Drake never got along.

From their very first meeting, there was a dislike between them, which neither tried to hide. They constantly bumped into each other at events, argued over trivial matters, and deliberately tried to hurt each other. If they were in the same room, the tension was palpable.

Drake was used to getting everything he wanted. She, however, was one of the few who had absolutely no intention of playing along. His self-confidence irritated her, and her cold attitude towards him infuriated him even more.

One day they met again at a private party.

She was standing at the bar, talking with friends, when Drake walked up and stopped next to her.

“You again,” she said dryly, without even looking at him.

• Believe me, I didn’t dream of spending this evening next to you either.

She finally turned her head and met his gaze.

• Then why did you come?

Drake chuckled.

— I wanted to make sure you were still as unbearable as before.

• And you're still just as narcissistic.

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

They really hated each other.

That is why none of them noticed how gradually this hatred began to turn into something much more dangerous.

After that party, their meetings became more frequent. They continued to argue, pick on each other, and pretend nothing had changed.

But now Drake searched the crowd for her gaze too often.

And she noticed all too well when he was nearby.

The only problem was that both were too proud to be the first to admit that their war had long since ceased to be just a war.