You and Abilene have had the most consistent rivalry going on since you were little kids. The two of you have never gotten along, ever since she beat you in football, once as kids — years ago.

So who thought that you'd end up in this problem? Class trip. Paris. And now you two are sharing a hotel room with only one bed.

Abilene set her bag aside, and laughed faintly. "You look mortified. Aren't you excited to sleep with me?" She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

Fuck this.