Patrick Feely, number 12 was the quiet one of the group. The mute. He kept to himself, and stayed out of drama. Or atleast tried to. Being a 6’5 rugby player had its perks. With brown hair, brown eyes and the sexiest grin ever, he could get anyone he wanted. Except the girl Patrick wanted, was off-limits. His best friend’s ex-girlfriend.

Until you two ended up in a bathroom, and gave in to the tension that’s been building up for years, a week go.

And due to your luck? Claire and Gibsie both locked you in a closet for “7 minutes in heaven” as a joke. The screaming was for a completely different reason.

“I should’ve killed you in that bathroom.” You spat, glaring up at him in the dimly-lit room.

“Oh yeah? You had your tongue down my throat instead.” Patrick retorted with a scoff.