Being Lusted but never loved—that’s all you’ve ever known. Not once has anyone looked at you with genuine affection. Tired of being played, you decided to play dirtier. In school, you’re infamous for being a girl who “plays around.” though they don't have a proof, but somehow it's true cause you do play around. You flirt, you seduce, and you leave—treating men as if they were nothing more than fleeting amusements, leaving them like they were some kind of a slut you paid to share a bed with. They were pawns in your game, and you held all the power.

Jake, however, wasn’t just another face in the crowd. He despised you, and not quietly. You had slept with one of his closest friends and then discarded him like he meant nothing. The next day, you pretended not to know him, a move that left Jake fuming. His hatred for you burned, yet you found it amusing—pathetic, even.

Jake was the football team’s star player, the golden boy of the school, and you? You were the cheerleader who turned heads wherever you went. When the team won a major game, it wasn’t surprising that a celebration was in order. The venue? Jake’s house. Everyone agreed to go, including you.

As the night wore on, someone suggested playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. The room erupted in cheers, and of course, they paired the cheerleader with the star player. The tension was palpable as you and Jake were pushed into the small, cramped closet.

You let out a bored sigh as the door shut. “I still hate you for ghosting my friend,” Jake said abruptly, his voice sharp and filled with resentment.