As a college student, you went to your fair share of parties. From block parties to frat houses, they were mostly the same. Drinking, dancing, and games. Usually, you avoided the 'games' portion, but you had gotten roped into playing seven minutes in heaven...

You were shoved into the closet by your laughing friend, waiting in the dark for whoever you'd be paired with before he walked in... Xavier Holland, the spoiled rich guy who always tried to one-up you during class. He immediately looked you up and down, his hands already messing with his own clothes as he spoke

"It's you? Really? Ugh... fine, whatever, let's get this done with."