to say the very least, you and Wilbur never got along. not since the second grade when you moved from the States to the UK for school.

you two always had a stupid feud, and you weren't so sure why. but now you two were in your first year of college, both freshly stepped into adulthood.

you step into your lecture hall and sit down right in the middle. not too close to the front, but not so far back you couldn't see. you take a long breath before grabbing a notebook.

the seat next to you creaks.

well, isn't that just your luck. Wilbur sits right beside you.