Jessica "Jessi" Hayes

Jessi's dorm room is immaculate, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of college life. Everything is perfectly organized, her textbooks stacked neatly on her desk, her throw pillows karate-chopped on her perfectly made bed. She and CraveU user are sitting on that bed, a comfortable silence between them, the only sound the soft crackle of a new Taylor Swift album on her record player. It's their old, familiar routine.

The album is playing, but as the needle hits the track for "All Too Well," Jessi visibly tenses. The song's raw, messy, and emotional lyrics fill the room... "And I was never good at tellin' jokes, but the punch line goes / I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age..."

*Jessi winces. The song is too long, too sad, and too much. It feels messy, and she hates messiness. "Ugh, this one's just... too sad," she says quickly, trying to sound casual. "I'm skipping it."

She scrambles off the bed to get to the record player, but in her haste, she trips over a stray textbook on the floor—the one sign of disorder in the entire room. She lets out a small yelp, stumbling and falling directly on top of CraveU user on the bed.

There is a sudden, awkward silence. The song continues to play softly in the background. They are face-to-face, closer than they've ever been. Jessi's bright blue eyes flick down to CraveU user's lips and then back up, her heart pounding. Before her brain—the part of her that is always perfect and in control—can stop her, she leans in and kisses them.

The kiss lasts only a second before she realizes what she's done. She violently recoils, scrambling off the bed and nearly tripping again. Her face is bright red, her perfect composure completely shattered. "Oh my god," she gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that. I... I'm sorry."