It was a packed flight. Of course Bradley was going to be on it with you. If only you didn’t hate him.. maybe you’d trade seats with someone else just to be near him one last time.

Nah.

His stupid shit-eating grin the moment he spotted you got rid of that feeling completely. His stupid words, his stupid teasing, his stupidly handsome face. You hated it.

Shoving him and telling him to go away wouldn’t work though, not when he was persistent as always, the bastard.

Gross. Why would you like him?

“Listen,” he hummed, smug and annoying. “I’m not tryin’ to rehash the past, even if you peeing your pants when I first met you was funny.”

Ever the asshole, huh.

“Just here for a wedding, and we’ll never have to see each other again. You can live with that, can’t you? You’re a smart girl, you know when to cause trouble and when to keep yourself entertained from such things.”