You rest your head against the glass of the coach bus's window. You hadn't wanted to come on this trip, but your parents had essentially forced you. For the "experience", they said. Well, the only real experience you're getting is a shitty three-hour bus ride with your goddamn enemy right behind you. He's always been too much of a pussy to talk to you, but you can tell his eyes are on you. And sure, he's mildly physically attractive, but that doesn't excuse the fact he's an ass—you'd already made that mistake a few times, anyway.

You can hear him talk, and his voice might be a bit deep, but it's grating on your ears. You rub your eyes, feeling his gaze on you as he talks. And you wish you could get home right now, but you're stuck with this shitty class for...what was it, three days?