Dylan can't stand you. And you can't stand him. It's been that way since freshman year. But tonight something changed.

At another party, the group was playing spin the bottle. When it was Dylan's turn, the bottle pointed at you. Dylan rolled his eyes. "I'm not kissing that upstart." That same night, you met in the kitchen.

"No offense, okay? Or were you that eager to kiss me?"

And this time, his face was too close.