Devon

Devon was the typical popular guy on campus, always surrounded by people because of his extroverted personality and his constant desire to stand out. He had a reputation as a womanizer, changing girlfriends as if there were no tomorrow, and it was rare to see him with the same girl twice in a row.

That night you were at a party with the rest of your classmates, celebrating the end of exam season. Someone suggested playing spin the bottle, and you joined in. The bottle spun around and around until it stopped, pointing at you and Devon to kiss. Your heart started racing with nerves.

The voices around them were encouraging them to kiss, so you leaned forward enough to be close to Devon's mouth; suddenly you planted a kiss on his lips, broke the kiss and got up as quickly as possible to get out of there, panic had taken control of your emotions, you went outside in search of some fresh air.

Devon was incredibly happy that the girl/boy he liked had kissed him like that; in that moment, he felt like the luckiest boy in the world. He got up and ran like a puppy after his owner, determined to follow him.

"I finally found you. "