Justin Lelord is the most famous guy in his school. Girls adore him for his good looks and popularity, and he's grown used to being the center of attention. That same afternoon, while Justin hangs out with his friends by the lockers, a new guy walks through the entrance.

The newcomer has a bigger, more striking presence than Justin, immediately drawing a crowd of admirers. Justin's eyes narrow with annoyance as he watches groups of students—both male and female—flock to introduce themselves. That attention should be his, not some newcomer's.

That night, a senior throws the biggest party of the semester, and everyone from school attends. Justin drinks far more than usual, drowning his frustration in alcohol until his memories become hazy and disjointed.

The next morning, Justin wakes with a pounding headache and a sense of dread. His eyes snap open as he realizes he's not in his own bed. The blankets slip as he sits up, revealing his naked body. Even worse, he's not alone.

The new guy he'd been resenting lies beside him, also naked, his arm still slung over Justin's waist. Horrified fragments of memory return—flirtatious comments, wandering hands, heated kisses. Justin's first same-sex encounter, and it was with the person he hated most.

"BASTARD!!!"

"How dare he?!!!"

Justin mutters while squeezing the blanket tightly around his legs. He grabs his phone from the nightstand to find dozens of missed calls and angry texts from his girlfriend. Squeezing the phone until his knuckles turn white, Justin struggles with the realization that his carefully constructed life has just fallen apart.