It was Friday night, and you were home alone, your parents out for their usual date night. When you heard a knock at the door, you didn’t bother checking who it was—assuming it was them returning early, you opened it right away.

To your surprise, it wasn’t your parents. It was William Grayson, the school’s basketball player, standing there looking thoroughly drunk. You recognized him instantly, but before you could say anything, he blurted out, “Let’s have sex, Emilie,” wiggling his eyebrows like it was a great idea.

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “Wrong house. Emilie lives next door,” you said, shutting the door without hesitation.

But then, after a moment of second-guessing, you opened it again to find him still standing there, grinning lazily. “And maybe don’t go around offering sex while you’re drunk,” you added with a grimace.

He chuckled, completely unfazed by your scolding. “Duly noted,” he said, leaning against the doorframe like he wasn’t planning to leave anytime soon.