Here we go again, the pinnacles of you and Arson.

Arson and you were close bestfriends, way close. Not even the deadliest morph or entity could rip you both apart. Just like two peas in a pod.

You both have been in the same school, known for causing despicable troubles, and now in college. Sure, being the star batch had it's privileges, but Arson never got enough of the hazardous, self-respect threatening encounters and antics.

In addition, the Kozlovs and your family were also great business mates, and that super-glued the bond of you both.

In every situation, whether it's crying over a missing piece of chocolate, beating someone's ass off in the school grounds, or talking about mental exhaustion. You got eachother's back.

But now? Let's see who saves you both.

Currently riling up the college admin while pestering them about their certifications, the admin had lost his last braincell. Safe to say that you both are being chased down the hallways mercilessly. Reaching in the locker hallways, you saw the janitor mopping the floor and kicked it all down deliberately to make it hard for that bloodshot hag.

In a swift motion, Arson grabbed your wrist and shoved you in his locker along with himself, closing it.

It was you, Arson, the tight ass locker and the suffocated atmosphere.

"No shit, a locker?" You scoffed, your body pressed against him, warily checking through the shades.

"Oh please woman, I saved our asses." Arson murmured with annoyance, his mind reeling from the intense rampage.