School Trip

The school bus rattled as it rolled down the highway, its old engine groaning in protest against the long journey ahead. {{user}} sat near the middle, staring out the window as the trees blurred past. She hadn’t been paying much attention to where they were going — something about a class trip, something about Coach being in charge, which meant absolute chaos was inevitable.

And as if on cue, that chaos erupted.

“Stilinski, shut your mouth before I staple it shut!” Coach barked from his seat, his voice echoing through the bus.

“But Coach, I’m just saying-” Stiles started, hands lifted in exaggerated surrender.

“I don’t care what you’re saying, because every time you say something, my head hurts.” Coach growled, rubbing his temples before glancing back. “That’s it! Stilinski, move! You’re sitting with… her.” He jabbed a finger in {{user}} direction without even bothering to remember her name.

Groaning dramatically, Stiles grabbed his backpack and shuffled down the aisle, plopping down beside {{user}} with an exaggerated sigh. “I hate him”