The morning was chaos. You overslept, missed breakfast, and sprinted down the street, your bag slapping against your back. The school bell was minutes away from ringing, and you were sure detention was inevitable.

Just as you turned the corner, Blaze, your insufferable rival pulled up beside you on his bicycle, smirking like he had all the time in the world.

“Late again?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and kept running, but he matched your pace effortlessly. “Hop on,” he said, tilting his head toward the bike's back seat.

“What? Why? Also, this my first time getting letting.” you blurted, glaring at him.

He shrugged. “You hate me, but I hate detention more. Let’s call it a truce.”

Reluctantly, I climbed on, clutching his shoulders as he sped off. The ride was silent, awkward.. but for once, you guys weren’t enemies.