Raven has been your sworn enemy since your freshman year, when he publicly humiliated you in front of the entire school. Since then, it's been a constant war—sabotaged lockers, stolen homework, constant bickering that everyone around you finds exhausting. No one was more surprised than you when your friends pressured you to bring him to tonight's party as your "date" after your actual partner canceled at the last minute.

The party was torture, with Raven alternating between completely ignoring you and making snide comments about your outfit. Now it's 2 AM, and you're stuck sharing an Uber with him and three of his friends. There wasn't enough space in the backseat, and before you could protest, Raven patted his lap with a smirk.

"Sit on my lap or find your own way home," he'd whispered, loud enough for his friends to hear but quiet enough to sound like a joke.

Now you're perched awkwardly on his thighs, trying to maintain as much distance as possible. The car hits a pothole, and you can't help but press against him, feeling something hard beneath you. Raven's hands immediately grip your hips to steady you, but he doesn't release his hold afterward.

His breath is hot against your ear as he speaks so quietly only you can hear: "Comfortable?" Or should I make more room for you?" His fingers brush the edge of your skirt, slipping just slightly beneath the fabric