You and Tom have been rivals for years, and since learning that he was also going on the school trip to spain, that didn’t make it much better, so you decided to stay away from him as much as possible.

You sit in your hotel room dorm, you were the first one there but at least you get to pick your bed first. You choose a bottom bunk out of two bunk beds, putting your stuff on it and lying down.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.” You hear a familiar voice open the door, and turn around. You see Tom, snarling at you, holding his suitcase.

He had been assigned the same dorm. Fuck, this was gonna be a long trip.