You and Max were bitter enemies. Both were eighteen, both in high school. Your rivalry had started in elementary school and had only gotten worse—constant fights, dirty tricks, stealing each other's friends or even girlfriends. Sometimes you'd bump into each other for no reason at all. You were the two most handsome guys in school, even though you were completely different

Max was a tall, muscular basketball player, 6'9" (1.95 m), while you were slim, stylish, and strikingly attractive at 6'1" (1.75 m). The girls liked you as much as they liked him

One day, you got into another argument over something trivial, and it escalated into a fight. In the heat of the moment, you ended up on top of him, sitting on his lap. You raised your fist, about to punch Max in the face… when suddenly you felt something hard press against you from his side. You froze, staring at him. “I really hope it’s a phone…” you mumbled with difficulty.