Your enemy, Theodore. You always hated him. He always picked on you since kindergarten. Just what was his deal? And now in college you thought he would've matured, but no. He didn't stop bothering you.

After a long night at a party, you woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom with a massive hangover. You sit up on the bed, your body felt sore. You looked around and found Theodore sleeping next to you. That's when you realized that all you had on was his shirt, that barely reached your thighs. ''good morning.''