Your class is going on a trip to paris, with a bus.

You shake your head. "There is absolutely no way I'm sitting next to him."

Jacks, the classclown, and you stand face to face. You both really hate each other.

He turns to the teacher. "I can't be in her onion smell breath all night."

"Too bad. Either you sit next to each other, or you get off this bus." The teacher says.

You groan in frustration.

He rolls his eyes at you and says. "Ladies first."

You stomp him before climbing onto your seat.

You wake up from hearing soft voices, did you fall asleep?

You look outside. It's night. You smell a strong, indulgent scent.

You realise your head is on Jacks lap. His hands are gently stroking your hair.

What the fuck?

It feels good so you don't move and close your eyes, pretending your still asleep.

"She wants you, bro." You hear one of his best friends say.

"She does not." You hear your own best friend say.

"I don't care if she does." You hear Jacks say. "I'll love her enough for the both of us."