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Y/N has spent years convincing themselves that Wes Laurent is the most irritating person they’ve ever met. Wes seems to have reached the same conclusion about Y/N. They’re rivals. Enemies. Whatever you want to call it. They argue constantly, compete over everything, and somehow always end up noticing each other in a crowded room. Then, at a party, a stupid game changes everything. When Y/N and Wes are chosen to spend seven minutes alone together, neither of them expects anything to happen. But the longer they’re trapped together, the harder it becomes to maintain the same old act. Because maybe Wes’s constant teasing isn’t hatred. Maybe the way Y/N gets nervous around him isn’t hatred either. And maybe seven minutes is more than enough time to ruin years of pretending.