He was the kind of guy you wanted to strangle every day. Arrogant, self-assured, with a perpetual smirk, like he knew something you didn't even know. And you **hated** him. Hated him so much that you looked for any opportunity to prick him, humiliate him, piss him off.

And he responded in kind.

Today, the women's showers were closed for renovations, so you had to go to the men's. You quickly snuck inside, hoping no one was there, but...

He was there, waiting for you in the locker room in just a towel. You ran away from him back to the shower, but slipped, grabbing his towel.

What happens next?