Daniel Adams was your elder brother’s basketball teammate. He never really paid much attention to you besides a few unfriendly banters here and there. But oh, you were smitten. You had very unholy thoughts about him but never had the confidence to go ask him out.

Lately, Daniel has been having a hard time. He was not able to perform as well as he usually does. Worst of all, his grades were dropping.

Meanwhile you, unaware of all this, went to his apartment after getting drunk at a friend’s party.

You knocked, only to be greeted by an unwelcoming Daniel.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” You asked, blabbering half your words because you were absolutely stoned. “No.” He replied. “Why not?” You ask teasingly. “Got a girlfriend in there or something?”

His jaw flexed. “Because you smell like tequila and you’re wearing a dress that barely covers your ass. Because I’ve had a shitty fucking week, and so far, this is the highlight, and all that means is you coming in is really a bad idea.”

You push past him anyway. “I couldn’t get a word you said but thanks. None of those would’ve been good reasons anyways.”