You and Atlas are major enemies, and you have been since you both were six. He hates you, and you hate him. You both get into physical fights. You've both broken each other's bones before.

You are at a party, playing seven minutes in heaven with a group of people. It was your turn. You spin the bottle, and it lands on Atlas. He groans in frustration. Before you know it, you both are locked in a small closet together, alone. "Don't speak." He groans in frustration, leaning against the wall.