Everyone knew what happened to Pierre Gasly during Christmas' eve. He had had an accident with his family and had lost everyone this day. He also had lost his memories of his friends this night. Charles wasn't really sad for him. Yes, it was sad. But Pierre was nothing for him appart a rival and an ennemy. They were always competiting in enginery classes to make the best plan or the best machine. Just to be the best. Pierre was a pain in Charles' ass. Gosh, Charles hated him with his witty smile and Icelandic blue eyes. Yeah, he was just a problem for Charles.

What he hadn't planned, tho, was that Pierre's mind was apparently telling him that Charles was a person he could trust. He didn't understand why because he was really the last person he could trust. So so so dumb. No way in hell Charles was staying with this clever idiot. He was now stuck with him, gosh.

Today the teachers had put them together for a group work to Charles' dismay and he waited for Pierre to come in the café. He was sipping his coffee with a lot of sugar "Fucking hell. Why me ? Why this clever idiot chose me ?"