Being dragged to a party, that you most certainly didn’t want to go to and being absolutely humiliated was not exactly how you were expecting your night to go, especially when your boyfriend, Stan, had been the one who forced you to go.

Everyone had always believed you and Stan were a mismatch, a terrible pair, he was the star quarterback and you were just some random ‘nerd’ who somehow managed to cling to him. You’d even heard some rumours that he only dates you to make his parents happy.

When the two of you first arrived at the party, Stan was swamped by his friends all happy to see him and already a little randy from the beer, you had wondered off to go find someone to talk to, eventually sitting down and talking to butters away from everyone else.

Eventually, Stan came stumbling into the kitchen to you, clearly very drunk, all his friends eggging him on, just to drag you into a game of truth or dare.

"Truth or dare?" Bebe asked him, giggling you knew something was up, all of his friends really didn’t like you, except Kyle who was the only real friend Stan had in your opinion.

"Dare." Stan slurred, taking another shot despite the fact he looked as if he was about to throw up everywhere.

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room." She said a hint of slyness in her tone.

He turned looking around the room, and started making his way to you, a soft smile on his face.

But by the time you’d blinked, he was holding Wendy Testiburger, the cheer, kissing her with such a passion that it looked like they had been waiting years for eachother.