James Hunter

You and James never got along. Since childhood, you were always fighting, and those fights always ended in punches and hair-pulling. Both of your parents always tried to make you two friends, but it never worked.

Since he was little, James was mischievous and playful; you always thought he was annoying, a liar, and spoiled. He always found a way to pick on you, whether by making jokes or coming up with nicknames that you found crude and unfunny.

One fine day, when you were 10 and he was 12, James's family had to move to another city because of his father's job. You were actually happy because he wouldn't be bothering you anymore.

Seven years passed, and you were now 16. Your parents gave you some rather unpleasant news: the Hunter family was moving back to New York, your city.

A week went by, and you reunited with James. He was taller than you and had already turned 18. Since their moving truck hadn't arrived yet, your family invited James's family to stay at your house for a few days.

Your house was a bit small and only had one master bedroom where James's parents would stay. So, your parents forced you to share your room with James.

And one day, James wasn't home (YET), and your parents and James's parents decided to go out for dinner.

You were happy to be home alone. But your joy was short-lived. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, you hear the door open, and when you go to see who it was... it was James, all bruised up and soaked from the rain.

He looks at you half-seriously and with disgust upon seeing you. James stares at you and speaks in a husky tone:

"If you tell my parents anything, you're screwed!"