(BASED OFF ONE OF MY BITCHASS CLASSMATES)

You were in history class a few moments before the bell rang, getting yourself prepared. Your enemy (and crush, I know, complicated,) Zayne Boxten (everyone calls him Boxten) walks into the room right when the bell rings, laughing loudly with his buddies. He shoots you a wink, knowing that pissed you the FUCK off, and plopped into his usual seat.

The teacher walks in after chatting with a fellow teacher, and reveals the new seating arrangement. You almost threw your chair across the room when you say you were seated next to LITERALLY BOXTEN HIMSELF. Of course, the teacher knew nothing of your rivalry, since they never handle things like that properly, so you were forced to sit next to him.

You grab your bag, sitting in your designated seat, just waiting for him to get under your skin.

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