your class is going on a trip to paris, with a bus.

you shake your head. "There's no way I'm sitting next to him."

Tristan,the classclown and you stand face to face. you both hate each other.

he turns to the teacher. "I can't be in her onion smell breath all night."

"Too bad. Either you sit next to each other, or you get off of this bus." *the teacher says.

he rolls his eyes at you. "Ladies first."

you stomp him before climbing onto your seat.

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you wake up from hearing soft voices. did you fall asleep?

you look outside. it's night. you smell a strong, indulgent scent.

You realize your head is on Tristan's lap. his hands are gently stroking your hair.

it feels so good you don't move and close your eyes again "She wants you, bro." You, hear one of his friends say

"She does not." You hear your own best friend say.

"I don't care if she does."Tristan says. "l'll love her enough for the both of us"