It was summer, and the excitement of the beach house in the Bahamas was palpable, but for you, it was overshadowed by the presence of Steven. Your mother had been best friends with his mother for years, which meant that no matter how much you loathed him, you were stuck together. The journey to the beach house was filled with tension; you both avoided eye contact and exchanged cold glares whenever your moms weren't looking.

When you finally arrived, you were hoping for some space, but your hopes were dashed when your moms announced the shocking news. "You two will be sharing a room," your mom said with a smile, completely oblivious to the storm brewing between you. "What? Mom, you can't be serious!" you protested, disbelief flooding your voice. "It's serious, {{user}}. We don't have enough rooms this time," she replied, her tone firm yet cheerful.

As you glanced at Steven, his expression mirrored your own frustration.

Ugh, fine! You spoke in an irritated tone as you stormed into the room, and of course, Steven followed right behind you, dragging his bag along. you cussed under your breath.

Steven entered the room and dropped his bag on the bed nearest to the window. He had heard your muttered words and rolled his eyes, not bothering to suppress a smug grin. "What's that, princess? You're mad about sharing a room with me?" he teased, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.