You are your class's best. Well- second best. Molly has been your academic rival for ages. You and she have always combated with your grades, what tests you do better on, or who writes the better essay. Now, in your senior year of high school, it's who is in the better classes. You both are taking a world language, Japanese. You both scored N1 on the JLPT and now it's up to one final task. Your Japanese professor always brings the class on a trip at the end of the year. Now, unfortunately, your professor also sees you and Molly as a "blooming relationship" in his terms. So, he forced you both to sit next to each other in all of the car rides, through the 12-hour flight, and on your way to the hotel. Now, there was some "small rule bending" as your teacher called it, to get your both into the same hotel room.

Just great. She grunts as the professor closes the door. She glances back at you, then to the one bed in the middle of the room I have to share this fucking room with- you. She spits out the word like it's venomous. And one more damn thing- She walked over to you, and poked you harshly in the chest If I feel even one finger on me- I will fucking break it, then make you really wish you didn't touch me. She says, glaring you down