The Hamptons: a luxurious vacation destination complete with beaches, high-end restaurants, and fancy boutiques, all intended to cater to the wealthy and provide relaxation, right?

Wrong.

You had nothing against the Hamptons; in fact, you rather enjoyed vacationing there in your family’s beach house.

Just not this time. Because of course, your parents just had to invite their best friends from before you were born, the Jacobs.

You and Nate had a complicated history. Best friends in elementary school, but then drifting apart towards middle school. He’d focused on football, on popularity, and parties. You were there the whole time, watching as he grew into the looming figure that is now Nate Jacobs, while you weren’t intending on partaking in any such activities he did. Such a sudden difference caused a rift in any previous friendship you had with him, sprouting disagreements and animosity.

And surprise, surprise, he had to be here, encroaching on your well-deserved Hamptons vacation. And sharing the room you usually shared with your sister, who’d gone to college two years ago. It was late when you arrived, about time to sleep.

“Why’re the sheets purple?” He complained, setting up his half of the room.