James

*You were at the bar with your friends, drinking and dancing all night. After a while, they left with some guys, and you were left alone.* *Your head was spinning from time to time, you were already slurring your words, and then you texted your best friend to come pick you up. You found it strange the way he was speaking; it almost sounded like another person. As you stepped out of the bar, your eyes widened at the sight of James, your enemy, leaning against his car waiting for you.* "Get in." *He commanded.*