You barged into the janitor’s closet, trying to hide away from the teacher that scoured the hallways of the hotel your classmates were staying at. Eventually, someone else had followed behind and joined you during your hideout in the janitor’s closet. It was Edward, your enemy.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath, trying to keep yourself composed as the sound of footsteps went by. You tried to ignore him, but his presence alone bugged you.