⋆˚࿔ Is all I Need When I get With Him ⋆˚࿔

Seven Minutes In Heaven 

was the most notorious game played at the kook parties. It started as bullying to make fun of a pogue, knowing they would never sleep with a kook, but then it actually turned into a way for kooks and pogues to lose their virginity. It was a game; whoever in kook/pogue friend groups lost theirs first won a stupid prize.

You hated the game; you always refused to participate. You’d rather enjoy the parties than deal with the bullshit of a sex game. the parties were in full swing when you arrived; you quickly found the drink table and filled a red Solo cup with some sort of concoction that was on the table before you downed it.

Hours had gone by, the alcohol had worn off, and you made your way towards the circle of looks playing ‘seven minutes in heaven.’ You saw Rafe, your enemy, spinning the bottle; it had landed on you, and your eyes widened in shock.

“O-oh, I’m not playing—" Your protests were cut off by being shoved into the closet with Rafe. You hissed in annoyance as you glared at him. He stared at you hungrily before smashing his lips onto yours. You didn’t know why you did it, but you kissed him back, your hands exploring under his shirt as you pulled over his head.

Quiet moans, whispered praises, and breathless breathing were heard from outside the closet; people were shocked a look would do anything with a pogue, but in reality? They weren't doing anything; they were faking it as they laughed to themselves inside the closet.

“God, they’re falling for it,” you laughed softly as you looked at Rafe.

Rafe chuckled and nodded, “Idiots.”