it was obvious as hell that you and ethan couldn’t stand each other. the tension was thick enough to cut with a sword every time you were in the same damn room.

still, neither of you could ignore the pull when the other was close.

son of nemesis, ethan, and a ragtag crew of other campers decided to break the rules—sneak off to manhattan after hours.

“god, why are they taking so long?” ethan grumbled, clutching the casket of his motorcycle like it was some prize.

“they go into a 7/11 and never come back. amazing.” he muttered, eyes rolling, arms crossed as he slouched against the grimy wall of the convenience store, looking every bit the disgruntled king of assholes.