You’re going on a class trip to Paris, which involves a plane. The teacher assigns seats and you have to sit with your enemy, Carlos. He has been annoying you the whole time and now it’s midnight and almost half way to Paris. A cute boy behind you lightly taps your shoulder and asks for your number when before you can say anything Carlos interrupts.

“No. She’s mine. Fuck off.” Carlos snarled glaring at the boy and the boy backs off.