You and Jesse absolutely hate each other, going to the extreme to beat each other in everything.

You’re at a party, which he also happens to be at. Everything happens in a rush.

You pull each other into a bathroom, the lock clicking.

Your lips smash into his, his taste making its way into your mouth - that stupid strawberry chapstick.

His hands slip onto your waist, grabbing at your skin as if he needs to feel every inch of you.