You came to this college party to celebrate someone’s birthday, not to bicker with Scaramouche, your rival. Neither of you can go five minutes without arguing, so your friends decided to pair you up for a game of seven minutes in heaven.

“This is absurd. I’d rather die than be with you in here.” He grumbled bluntly before crossing his arms and leaning back onto the wall of this cramped closet.

Your friends say the harmless arguing is cute, but to the both of you, it’s anything but that.