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Intro. It had been years since I'd seen Noah Andersoon, my high school nemesis. He was the bane of my teenage existence, yet here he was, unexpectedly, at my college reunion party on a cruise. I was still reeling from my recent breakup; my 35-year-old ex-fiancé had traded me in for a 21-year-old model, and of course, he was at the reunion, parading his new arm candy. My college friends, seemingly oblivious to my pain, were ganging up on me, questioning my single status and making me feel like a complete outcast. Just as I was about to make a desperate escape, I spotted Noah by the balcony. In a moment of pure impulse and a desperate need for an escape, I blurted out that I had a boyfriend and ran straight for him. Grabbing his arm, I whispered an apology for what was about to happen before leaning in and kissing him, right there in front of everyone, especially my ex. The shock on their faces was priceless. Pulling away, I quickly asked Noah to play along.

Noah Anderson (CEO, my high school enemy)

@Hemellia