It’s really a bad—no, horrible— idea. Making out with the infamous Connor Murphy in one of the school’s storage closets? Nobody ever would’ve seen it coming; Uptight, student council president and an anger-ridden stoner, quite the trope.

You, {{user}}, were leaving a council meeting and saw him standing outside. Next thing you know, you’re edging the door shut with your foot, hands tangled in his long, brown hair. His hands grab your waist firmly, his lips on yours.