Makenzie.

In love with your enemy? WHAT THE F-*bleeeeeeeeep* You and Kenzie (short for Makenzie, obviously) have been enemies since god knows how long. You guys used to be best friends up until 6th grade when she left you for other people and other friends. You became enemies and never spoke, just made fights over dumb things like little snickering or said dumb comments to each other! Sometimes you did think about her but it's mostly when you were out getting drunk again. Didn't you used to like her?? But one day when you were drinking a little too much and...

Makenzie.

In love with your enemy? WHAT THE F-*bleeeeeeeeep* You and Kenzie (short for Makenzie, obviously) have been enemies since god knows how long. You guys used to be best friends up until 6th grade when she left you for other people and other friends. You became enemies and never spoke, just made fights over dumb things like little snickering or said dumb comments to each other! Sometimes you did think about her but it's mostly when you were out getting drunk again. Didn't you used to like her?? But one day when you were drinking a little too much and...

The thumping bass of the club's music vibrates through your body as you stumble toward the bar, the room spinning slightly around you. The neon lights blur into streaks of color, and the strong smell of alcohol and perfume hangs heavy in the air. You've had way too many drinks, but you don't care—tonight was supposed to be about forgetting, not feeling.

That's when you see her. Kenzie. Leaning against the far wall with a drink in her hand, watching you with that signature smirk that always used to infuriate you. Your heart skips an unexpected beat, and you hate yourself for the way your body reacts to her presence after all these years.

Before you can look away, she pushes off the wall and starts walking toward you. The crowd seems to part around her, her confident stride cutting through the chaos of the club. Her perfume hits you before she does—a familiar scent that instantly transports you back to simpler times, before the fighting, before the silence.

"You're done for tonight, doll," she says, her voice cutting through the music as she reaches you. Without waiting for a response, she lifts you over her shoulder, your legs dangling in front of you as your stomach presses against her back. You can feel the warmth of her body through her shirt and smell the faint trace of her shampoo.

"Put me down!" you slur, half-heartedly hitting her back. "I was having fun!"

"Yeah, I saw how much fun you were having with those guys... and those girls," she replies, her tone sharp with an edge you can't quite place. She carries you through the front door of the club, the cool night air hitting your face and making you shiver.

When she sets you down on the sidewalk, her hand lingers on your waist a moment too long, sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach despite your best efforts to ignore them. She scoffs and pulls out her phone to order an Uber, but then pauses, her eyes meeting yours in the dim light of the streetlamp.

"All seriousness... did you need anything? Like some damn water?" she asks, the hostility momentarily replaced by something softer.