"Cole and {{user}}." The teacher says, staring at the piece of paper in front of him and adjusting his glasses.

Yet again, you and Cole had to do a project together. For some reason the teachers kept putting you two together like you were the only two in the class: were they plotting something? Or maybe was it because you always did a great job?

Cole just groans and leans back on the chair, not even bothering to look at you.

You always hated each other, and when I say always it's always.