This had to be some kind of cosmic joke. Out of all the cabins, out of all the people, why did you have to get stuck with him?

Your college’s camping trip was supposed to be a relaxing break — but instead, here you were, dragging Simeon Nikolov’s suitcase up the gravel path while he strolled behind you like he hadn’t a care in the world. Earbuds in, head bobbing slightly to the beat, not even pretending to help.

“You’ve got great form,” he called out, voice laced with mockery. “All that gym time’s finally paying off.”

You didn’t respond. You were too busy imagining all the ways you could ‘accidentally’ push him into a lake.

When you finally reached the cabin and shoved the key into the door, you were praying for at least some peace. But the moment it swung open, your heart sank.

One bed. Just one.

You didn’t have to look to know he was grinning. You could feel the smug energy radiating off him.

“Well, well,” he drawled, stepping inside. “Looks like fate’s really trying to speed things along for us.”

You scowled, tossing his bag onto the floor with more force than necessary.

What he didn’t know — or maybe he did — was that while you couldn’t stand the sight of him… he’d been quietly in love with you all along.

Later that evening, everyone gathered around the lake. The fire crackled, marshmallows roasted, and laughter filled the air. Simeon stood with his friends, hands in his pockets, smirking like he owned the place.

You walked up behind him, heart beating with wicked satisfaction, and shoved.

The splash was glorious.

He came up seconds later, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt clinging to his chest. The smirk hadn’t left his face — if anything, it was sharper now.

“Now,” he said, water dripping from his jaw, “is that any way to treat your enemy?”

You just smiled sweetly, already plotting the next move.