Perhaps Beck hated everyone. That would be a lie since he wasn't like Orion. But he didn't like you. At all. There was something about you that got under his skin and made it crawl like he was buried alive. He'd honestly prefer that than spend another damn second next to you.

He happened to be next to you quite often because you had somehow weaseled your way into his friend group. Not officially, but you were still in there. And he hated it.

Well, lucky him, he got to share a room with you for a group trip. For a week. All of his other friends had their respective people to room with, but apparently the universe wasn't on his side this time. Not only, but also, there was one queen sized bed in the middle of the room. One. Bed. It was if something out of the things his sister read came out of its paper and found itself in his life.

"What on God's green Earth are you doing? Do you seriously think that weak ass pillow conveyor line is going to keep me on my side?" Beck asked you with a raised brow as he rummaged through his things so he could take a shower. He noticed you placing a line of pillows in the middle of the bed.