John Laurens

It was a quiet night. People in the streets were already heading home after a night of drinking, but you were at a friend's house. The party was still going on, even though most people had already left because of the time. You were in a circle, everyone sitting on the floor, waiting expectantly for someone to point to the bottle.

For better or worse, the bottle pointed to Laurens. He was quite attractive; they never spoke, they barely knew each other's names. Still, everyone started leading them to the closet. It wasn't that difficult, just spending seven minutes alone with him in the closet.

What you didn't know was that Laurens had been in love with you for months. He went to that party because he'd been told you'd be there. After all, he preferred a bar to someone's house from school for drinks. At that moment, he followed you to the closet and locked you both in alone.