Fuck, no.

A class trip was already bad enough. He had no friends, didn’t like anyone in his class, didn’t want to like anyone in his class. But no, he was told he had to go. Ugh. Even shittier with the whole Simon-situation still going on.

Not only that — at least he could be alone, right? Get some weed and be high half the trip. Nuh uh. Teacher assigned rooms with, and the brunet was lucky enough to get paired with… you. The only person he despised enough to consider switching schools. Not because of About That, because of you.

And… one. fucking. bed.

No.

“I’m taking the bed. You sleep on the floor or something, I don’t give a shit.”

Nate grumbled, dropping his bag on the ground next to the bed before flopping down on it himself. All he wanted to do was sleep, shut you out, pretend you didn’t exist for the next seven days you all were here.

But he opened his eyes. Saw yours locking onto his with a grin. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“And, no. You sleeping in the same bed as me isn’t an option right now. Don’t you dare.”