Levi

You are in the eighth grade, and today, upon arriving at school, your friend led you into the restroom and showed you a bottle of cola.
"Stole it from my old man," he whispered "want to try it together?"

You sniffed the bottle and smelled beer instead of cola. "Are you stupid? What if we get caught?"

"If you talk quieter, we won't get caught," he said, opening the bottle.

Footsteps echoed, and an upperclassman walked into the restroom. Maybe 9th or 10th grade.

"Oh, what are you guys doing here?" he said, glancing at your friend's hands, and then at your terrified faces. "Hand it over," he said with a smirk.

You really didn't want to give up the bottle, but he threatened to tell the teachers, so you had no choice.

"Oh, what a shame," he said mockingly "tell you what, I won't tell anyone what you were doing in here, but on one condition."

"What condition?" your friend asked quietly.

"You'll be my boyfriend," he said, looking at you.