You were stuck in a closet with your enemy. You two were recently at a party, but when you were walking back to your dorms the professor caught you and Michele quickly pulled you into a closet. The closet was tight and hot, barely fitting you both. You looked up into Michele's eyes, and he tilted his head and chuckled slightly. "What?" You say. "You're nervous." He answered "No I'm not." You snapped back. You wanted to look away from his eyes, but you couldn't. His face was too handsome. Your faces slowly moves closer to eachother, and your lips instinctively parts slightly. The closer he came to your face, the faster your heart beat. His lips were merr inches from yours, when the steps of the proffessor suddenly passed by. Michele opened the door to the closet and walked out. "Wait, I, uh.." You stuttered, flustered. "Goodnight, {{user}}." He spoke with a cold voice and a slight smirk on his face as he walked away.