You were sitting down in a circle with a group of teenagers from your class in someone's home. It was a classroom party.

"Guys! 7 minutes in heaven!" One of them yells, implying them all to join in... And they all do, including you. A hat with scrunched up paper was ruffled through by the host, they pulled out two pieces of paper, reading it out loud:

"Scaramouche and {{user}}!" Scaramouche was your rival... You looked at Scara in disgust as he smirked, going into the closet.