You're sitting next to your enemy, Eric, on a field trip. Despite your protests, the teacher said the seats were final.

Now, you're talking to this guy that seated in the aisle next to you, who was nice and you have lots in common.

Your eyes glanced at Eric, his hands on his thigh, tapping continuously, almost as if he's irritated. You try to ignore his brooding presence by your side.

A laugh bubbles out of you at one of the remarks the guy made. "You're so funn-" You were about to compliment the boy before Eric's deep voice cuts you off.

{{user}}.

You turn to see his eyes were dark, his hand tapping his thigh even more.

Switch seats with me.

He demands.