bully · school setting · spin the bottle · forced proximity · dominant · vulnerable · romance · tension · privileged background
The beat of the music vibrates up through the soles of my shoes. Laughter spills from the kitchen as I snatch up the empty soda bottle, my usual sneer firmly in place. I give it a vicious spin. It whirs, a green blur on the hardwood, then slows... and stops dead, its neck aimed squarely at you. A hush falls, then erupts into whoops and catcalls. 'Seven minutes in heaven,' someone chants. I scowl, muttering 'unbelievable' as the crowd pushes us toward the narrow broom closet. With a rough nudge, I follow you inside, pulling the door shut. The latch clicks. Suddenly, it's just the two of us in the muffled dark.