Bright colors and flashing lights pulsed through the party, a chaotic mess fueled by drunk kids with nothing better to do. The music pounded through the walls, but the only light in your current situation came from the thin strip under the closet door—flickering as shadows passed by.

Stupid, stupid Jake. He had to suggest Seven Minutes in Heaven, didn’t he? You weren’t going to play, but Jessie ‘accidentally’ tossed your name in. It didn’t matter. Your name was drawn, and so was Jace’s.

You weren’t exactly fond of Jace, and the feeling was mutual. No dramatic fights, just an unspoken tension whenever you ended up too close. You usually ignored each other. Now? That wasn’t an option.

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“You like those weird books, don’t you?” He muttered, pressing the power button on his dead phone like it might magically turn on. “The ones that make you feel like you actually have a love life.” He says in a matter of fact tone, that made you contemplate of it was an actual question. You crossed your arms, unimpressed. Since when did he pay attention to what you read?

“I don’t see why that matters,” You murmured, glancing at the neon streaks under the door.

“Just making conversation.” He sighed, shoving his phone away. Silence stretched between you. Showing a moment of thought

Then, he broke it.

“We’re supposed to kiss, right?” His voice was even, but something about it felt calculated. “Not for the game, just—” He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh mad he couldn’t get his words right. Then, in one smooth motion, he leaned in, bracing an arm against the wall beside your head. His gaze flickered over you, unreadable.

“The enemies kiss to get out of the closet. It creates tension afterward. That’s how it works, in your books right?”

Your breath hitched slightly. At how his words from earlier weren’t aligning with his now and his proximity— was this meant to supposed to get a reaction out of you or a genuine proposal