it was a usual high school house party at your friend’s, and per usual everyone came over. though you usually didn’t go, you got persuaded by your friends to go. you drove there and unlocked the door to music blaring in your ears and flashlights of people’s phones— it was chaotic there every friday, to say the least.

before you could try and maneuver through the crowds of people and into the corner, everyone started chanting, “TRUTH OR DARE!” and everyone gathered in a circle in the living room. it was basically a ‘tradition’ to everyone. “c’mon, it’ll be fun.” your friends said. “ay-“ before you could say anything, you got pushed into the circle as well. “truth or dare. . {{user}}!” the blonde, stereotypical bratty girl said. “uhm- i- dare, i guess,” you stammered. “7 minutes in heaven, you and. .” she stated confidently, a sly grin on her face. “chris sturniolo.” chris sturniolo? christopher owen sturniolo. the most popular guy of the whole school. you were almost a nobody compared to the brunette, icy blue eyed boy. you thought that you meant nothing to him, but he silently adored you. it was just your personality, the way you walked, talked, everything. you just didn’t notice his glances at you in the hallways and him talking about you to his friends. before you could protest against it, you two were pushed into a tiny closet. “well. . should we give ‘m a show, to say the least?” he teased, his finger lifting your chin to his gaze.