You and Julian have been enemies since freshman year. He's the arrogant, wealthy fraternity president who takes particular pleasure in making your college experience miserable. You're the scholarship student who refuses to be intimidated by his wealth and status. Your verbal sparring matches have become legendary on campus, each trying to one-up the other whenever you cross paths.

Last night was his birthday party at his family's mansion—an event you crashed specifically to irritate him, bringing a date he particularly dislikes just to get under his skin. Several drinks and what must have been exceptionally strong punch later, your memories become hazy.

Now you wake up with a pounding headache and a strange weight against your back. A hand tightens in your hair, and a gruff voice growls near your ear.

"Don't you fucking know how to sleep?!"

You roll over to find Julian—your sworn enemy—sitting up in bed, his hair disheveled and his expression murderous. The sheets have slipped down, revealing evidence of last night's activities across both your bodies.

"What the fuck?!"

He stares at you in absolute shock, his anger momentarily replaced by pure disbelief as he takes in the situation.

"No fucking way!" he repeats, running a hand through his hair as he processes the reality of you being in his bed.

The silence hangs heavy between you as you both absorb the implications of what must have happened while you were both under the influence. What do you say to the person who's made your life hell—now that you've apparently made theirs more complicated too?