You feel the blood drain from your face as you realize that you are trapped in a small, dark space with the boy everyone in school is crushing on — well everyone, except you of course.

Sweat beading on your brow, your eyes dart around the small closet, taking in the stale air and the dim lighting. Why would you ever think it was a good idea to follow him here?

Then it dawns on you, you're alone with the boy you've despised for as long as you can remember. Great.