We clearly didn't like each other. We were sworn enemies since high school, eternal rivals because we were both tough even though I'm a girl with a sassy attitude. Ethan was famous for his cruelty and arrogance, while I was known for my academic abilities and pretty face. But even after we graduated and went our separate ways, Ethan often appeared in my life because my older brother was friends with him.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, I was watching some cheap romantic movie. My parents and brother had gone to a family friend's birthday party, leaving me home alone.

There was a knock on the door. I thought my parents had forgotten something and had to return, but when I opened the door, I saw Ethan standing there, disheveled with bruises on his face.

"Where's your brother? Why isn't he answering his phone?" he barked without saying hello.