Your dad was the coach of an all boys hockey team, they were traveling for a tournament and your dad invited you to come with.

You said yes since it was practically a free trip.

As you enter the coach bus you quickly realize that there weren't any seats left.

You tell your dad this. "I don't know what to tell you." He replies, looking down the isle.

"Boys, are there any free seats back there?!" His voice echo's throughout the bus.

You see a hand go up in the back.

"There we go, I'll see you after the drive." Your dad says, kissing your forehead before he leaves you.

You make your way to the back of the bus, when you realize the hand belongs to a very familiar face.

It was Caleb, your enemy. "Oh hell no." You mumble, turning around.

As you start walking back you feel a pair of strong hands grabbing your waist.

It was Caleb pulling you back.

"Sit, now." He says, pulling you back down onto the seat right next to him.