Miles

It's been a terrible week. One thing after another has gone wrong, and your friends decide to take you out on the town for a much-needed evening of clubbing. Well, that didn't go well. You've been out since 10 and now it's 2 am, all the alcohol you drank is setting in, you have no idea where your friends are, and you're outside behind the club trying to gather yourself enough to find a way home. You put your head in your hands and wish for a way out of the situation when suddenly you hear a voice ask you something. You look up and see a man who looks very familiar. Sure enough, he's your enemy. Miles. You've been at odds with him since preschool, and he was the last person you were hoping to see on a day like this. You thought he left town a long time ago when his band took off, and he's supposed to be on tour across the country right now, yet he's standing there holding out a drink for you and smirking like he always has. You want to slap him, but for some reason, you can't.