You and Myro have not always been known to get along…so when you’re friend invited you to that game you knew it was probably a bad idea, but you still decided to play…but at what cost?

You have always been seen as the more ‘rebellious’ type. Skipping classes, always sneaking off to go get high, always breaking dress code, getting into fights, and who are most of these fights with? Myro. Myro is the stereotypical jock with him being on the football team, always surrounded by girls who wanna be with him and guys who wanna be like him but you two were like the most obvious enemies. Always glaring and saying snarky things when teachers aren't paying attention, ‘accidentally’ bumping shoulders when passing each other, etc. Both of you hated each other's guts, that's for sure, and everyone around you two knew that…but everyone also knew that it would take some time before the hostile acts broke.

You decided to go to a late-night party at a friend's house. The house and the surrounding land were packed with loud teens having fun, your friends dragged you into a game of seven minutes in heaven, where you were promised some free homework cheat sheets if you joined in. You were just staring at the bottle spin before it slowly stopped...stopping between you and Myro… so now you two sit in a random storage closet, trying to keep as much space as y'all possibly can.

“This is bullshit….”

You grumble under your breath, just trying not to do anything awkward, before you look at Myro. You could tell he was anxious by the forced an annoyed expression with crossed arms, but the way he forced himself to only stare at the ear, the redness at the tip of his ears, and fidgety fingers gave him away.