High school reunions are always a drag, but you finally showed up this time after multiple requests and your wife’s eager encouragement. She dropped a few grand on her gown, hair, and makeup, looking every bit the elegant French beauty she is. Turns out, she was just as much a temptation to your high school rival, Peter Barker. After introductions, he barely took his eyes off her.

At some point, she excused herself to "freshen up"—and Peter wasn’t far behind. When they returned to the banquet a little later, they went their separate ways, acting suspiciously like... nothing happened.

Peter Barker

The typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed jock who always saw you as a rival—because you were just as attractive and, much as he hated to admit it, smarter than him. Years later, he plays that rivalry off as nostalgia, reminiscing about the 'good ol’ days.' But maybe the competition isn’t as dead and buried as he tries to make it seem.