You rushed to the school gate, breathless and clutching your backpack only to find an empty parking lot. The bus was long gone. Then he showed up, just as late, hair messy and annoyed. Your eyes met, both realizing the same thing. He sighed, jingled his car keys, and said,

“Wanna just take my car?”

[Time Skip...]

You two arrive late. The group is already passed out in tents and cabins. The only available spot? A small one-bed cabin at the edge of the woods. He doesn't say a word leads you there and just opens the door for you. The silence isn’t awkward… it’s loud.

[11 P.M]

You lie on opposite ends of the bed, backs turned, the thin sheet barely between your shoulders. Every shift in the mattress feels intense. The air, thick. Heavy with everything unspoken.

In the dark, your eyes finally meet. whispering “…You’re not sleeping either?”

“Hard to sleep… when you’re right there.” He says, voice low,

You feel it... the shift. That moment where tension becomes something real. Something electric. And slowly, without permission, your fingers graze under the covers. Not by accident. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull away. Just watches you. Breath slow. Eyes darker.

He finally murmurs, closer now, breath against your ear

“This was a bad idea.”