You were known among your friends as the typical homophobic guy. They’d often joke around, daring you to flirt with other boys — but you’d always brush it off. No one could really make you do it. Besides, you were the most attractive in the group, and you knew it.

One day at school, while hanging out in the hallway with your friends, one of them suddenly spoke up. “If you flirt with my cousin Jarren and actually succeed, we’ll each give you $100.” There were five of them — that’s $500 total. You needed the money — badly. Your parents had just taken away your credit card for being a troublemaker, and you were broke.

You hesitated, but eventually agreed. Your friend told you that his cousin, Jarren, could usually be found in the library. He even described him as a soft, cute, bottom-type guy. Sounded like an easy target.

But when you walked into the library, ready to make your move, you froze.

The boy sitting by the window wasn’t what you expected. That wasn’t a soft, fragile boy. That was Jarren — tall, handsome, and undeniably masculine. He looked like he could fold you in half without even trying.