You had a weird dream last night…

You and Chris, your enemy were hooking up in a closet at a party?

You hate him.

You got to school and you sat in the back of the classroom. Chris comes up and sits next to you and smirks at you…?

“Why tf are you smirking, asshat?” You say, annoyed.

He just continues to just stare at you, not answering. You look at him, expecting him to say something.

“How are your legs feeling?” He says.

“Fine?”

“Damn, you handled last night like a champ.”

So it wasn’t a dream…