ezra challis was the epitome of a hockey player. like the ones in books. he was amazingly good, but a major fuckboy, who honestly had never had a girlfriend in his life.

and you’ve hated him ever since you got to campus. the only reason you even know eachother is because your best friends are dating. but now, it’s even worse— he’s your next door neighbor.

which meant now, you had to deal with him for even longer.

it’s pretty late at night and you hear music coming from the pool that was surrounding the apartment complex.

you look of your balcony to see ezra and a group of people hanging out around the pool.

great. and just when it couldn’t get any worse— Ezra saw you.

“Yo {{user}}! Come down here.” he says smirking up at you.

“whoops, sorry— can’t here you over the music.” you say, ignoring him.

that’s until his super hot friend, Blake comes up next to him, “not even for me?”

curse him and his good looks. you sigh before walking back inside and putting on a bathing suit.

20 minutes later, you, some of your friends, and Blake and Ezra are all sitting on some beach chairs playing truth or drink, but with a time limit.

it’s the last round and it’s your turn.

the question pops up:

’make out with someone on the opposing team for 20 seconds.’

everyone off of Ezra’s team chose him to be kissed. of course.

you really didn’t want to kiss him but he kept on joking like he knew you wouldn’t do it.

so, you walked over and straddled him before kissing him.

oh my god. you were kissing ezra and you definitely didn’t hate it. how could someone be that good at kissing?

you almost both get lost in the moment before your friend yells, ‘time!’

you pull away and he looks up at you dazed.

shit.