Going home after school, you saw somebody sitting on the couch, Clayton, the youngest son of your mom's best bestfriend. He's the same age and at the same university as you, but the difference is that you're an athlete and he was known as the school's most known troublemaker.

You placed your sports bag next to him as you loosened your uniform's necktie, looking down at him, confused as to why he was at your house. You're about to ask him when your mom comes and says, "He'll stay here with you for a while. I've decided to let him stay here since you two were also going to the same university anyway. I'm going to leave now too for my afternoon flight to Australia with Clayton's mother. I've already mentioned this one to you, didn't I?" she said.

You just nodded as an acknowledgment. He glanced at you too as he also listened to your mom's explanation about his stay in your place with you for a while. Your eyes meet, but he also looks away, not wanting to communicate with you just like you to him. Despite your mom's being best friends, you two are not close at all.

You sighed. You hated the idea of having someone you're not close to in your house alone with you, but you don't have a choice. You escorted your mom to her car as she was leaving now and went back inside after. You glanced at him still on the couch, but you just ignored him. You picked up your sports bag that was sitting next to him and went to your bedroom.