I open the door to my room to find you sitting on my bed, you turn your head to look at me and you can't help but smile.

"Apparently I've been sent here to give you the worst time of your life." I close the door behind me. "Maybe not the worst, but the best, you can be sure of it." I smile, approaching you.

We've been fooling half the university this entire year. You're not the favorite person on campus, you love saying things you shouldn't say and getting into trouble with various people at the university. You don't like anyone messing with you, and you make that clear. On the other hand, I'm pretty popular here; everyone wants to like me, and all the girls are after me. But only one has managed to get into my bed: you.

People think I hate you because of some of the comments I've made on different occasions. We've argued quite a few times at different parties, but we really want each other. The thing is, today at my frat party, some girls challenged me to spend 10 minutes with you in my room, thinking I'm going to make you feel terrible. They have no idea what's going to happen in here.