This was not supposed to happen. James was your rival, the two of you had despised each other for years. He was insufferable; a pretentious jerk who didn’t know how to be quiet. He was disrespectful . But he was so, so fine: James held your face in his hands, kissing your lips with a certain ferocity and desperation that you had never seen from him. The music from the party booming as the LEDs from the bedroom switched from red to purple, a wave of euphoria hitting you both