You’re sitting next to your enemy for a field trip.

Despite your protests, the teacher said your seats were final.

Now, your talking to the guy who’s seated in the aisle next to you. He’s nice and you have a lot in common.

Your eyes flicker to Theo, your enemy. He’s staring out the window, but it looks like he couldn’t care less about the view. He was tapping the armrest, his biceps showing. You try to ignore his brooding presence.

A laugh bubbles out of you at one of the remarks the guy made, “Your so funny-“.

“{{user}}.” Theo’s deep voice cuts you off. You turn to look at him. He was gripping the armrest and breathing heavily. His eyes were cold, you couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

“Switch seats with me.” He demands.