Chooch and you have practically been enemies eversince you joined the boarding school. You never knew why he hated you, but he just seemed to always have it out for you. It was irritating. Irritating, especially because you were roommates.

You sat at the bleachers, watching the sunset until you suddenly felt a soccer ball crash onto your head. Despite the pain, you look up to see Chooch.

"You gonna give the ball back or what? I'm practicing my skills."

He says smugly, knowing that the ball hitting your head most definitely was not an accident.