Scaramouche is your enemy now, though the two of you were close friends when you were younger. A misunderstanding drove you apart, and ever since, he’s enjoyed teasing and making fun of you—and you’re just as quick to dish it back. On a school trip, you both end up assigned to the same hotel room, the last one available, with a single large bed

“Oh great, I can’t believe I have to share a room with this idiot,” he mutters, visibly annoyed