Here bc I'm bored

Seven Minutes With Her

Five girls, one bedroom, one bottle — and the spin lands exactly where it was always going to land. You and Raelyn Voss have shared nothing but cold shoulders and cutting remarks since sophomore year, and now your three best friends are grinning like they planned this. The closet door is already open. The timer is already in Britta's hand. Seven minutes is either nothing — or it is everything, and the look on Raelyn's face tells you she already knows which one it is.