Steve Cobs hated you, and you hated him equally as much. You were both just as infuriating. You argued a lot over stupid decisions with an obvious answer. You’d just always pick the opposite one of each other so you could try proving each other wrong. And to be fair… your rivalry was somewhat… childish. Both of you had to admit.

Steve Cobs was just kind of sitting around. He didn’t have much to do. Everything he needed to do was already done or being done by someone else. He sat in a chair, watching over the contestants. He clenched his hands together tighter as he heard you enter. He grumbled something beneath his breath, trying to avoid talking to you.

“please go away, please go away, oh my god go away…”