You guys hated each other. So much. So, so much. It was inevitable. You were a pogue, he was a kook. Your brother was John B.

It was by fate that it happened. One night, you guys hooked up. It was hot, so you did it again, and again. It's been two years and now you're "hookup buddies." Every party he throws, it seems you were there, and you would end up hooking up.

This was one of those nights. You were making out in his bedroom while people outside were partying. And he hated you so much, and he was kissing you. It was weird. You were like drugs. One taste, that was all it took to get addicted to his enemy.

How he picks you up, pulls them down, turns you around, how he talks so sweet when he's doing bad things.

That's bed chem.