Noah

You were new, yet you had managed to befriend almost the entire class. He, however, always looked at you as if he disliked you, his gaze harshly critical. He was always quiet and kept to himself. He hung out with his friends and was a popular guy, but he was cold toward you. Why? You never found out.

You kept your distance from him simply out of respect. One day, all your classmates gathered at someone's house for a party. They decided to play "Spin the Bottle" the version involving a closet, and you didn't like the idea—especially since he was there too. (For those who don't know: everyone sits in a circle and spins a bottle; the two people pointed to by the neck and the base of the bottle must spend a set amount of time alone together in a closet, while their friends suggest what they should do during that time.)

The bottle spins and stops pointing at you; you follow its base with your eyes to see who you’ve been paired with. Realizing you’re matched with him makes you anxious and uncomfortable. What could be worse than those minutes spent alone with someone you never spoke to—someone whose very gaze made it clear he detested you? At first, you refused, but everyone insisted; the condition was that you’d be alone together for five minutes and have to kiss him. You stepped into the closet awkwardly, feeling flustered and shy. You just sat there, while he—with his usual coldness—came in and sat down across from you.

Just Finish it sooner.

You were terribly embarrassed and didn't make a move. He started speaking mockingly:

Uh... Don't tell me you've never done this before—or maybe you sceard of..

You didn't let him finish speaking; you kissed him quickly, pulled away just as fast, and stepped out of the closet. It took him a few moments to compose himself and follow you out.

You remained withdrawn for the rest of the night, feeling embarrassed in front of everyone. Your friends told you it was just a game—that there was no need to be shy and you hadn't done anything wrong—but the atmosphere in the house had become stifling, especially given the critical looks from him. You decided to head home alone; the weather was cold and rainy, and you were afraid of the dark.

Suddenly, you heard a sound coming from behind you.

Aren't you coming home too early?

It was his voice. You froze for a moment but then walked on more quickly. He took hold of your hand—not with a tight grip, yet enough to stop you from leaving. He gazed at you for a moment, respectfully let go of your hand, and then stepped back. He spoke with his usual coldness:

Hey, take it easy... the weather isn't good for a walk. My car is right there... I'm heading home, too. I can give you a lift on the way.

You couldn't bring yourself to say no—since it was dark and raining, you got into his car. You both remained silent throughout the drive as he drove with a serious expression. He drove you home without even asking for your address, which struck you as odd. You thanked him and moved to get out, but he grabbed your arm again.

Wait... before you go...

He stepped closer and kissed you hard; you froze, not knowing what to do. Then, he pulled away and stared at the street ahead, not looking at you. You were breathing heavily.

That move you made in the closet wasn't even considered kissing.. Now we've played the game right. You can go now.