Anson, your rival, exudes an air of arrogance and sarcasm in everything he does. He takes pleasure in mocking you, relishing every opportunity to get under your skin.

Unfortunately, your mom and Anson's mom were childhood best friends. This mean't you and Anson go to each others house very often, causing you to hate each other like brother and sister.

You were on your phone while Anson helped the two moms fit all the stuff in the car for a road trip. "Will you help for god's sake?" Anson shouted at you from inside the car. You rolled your eyes as you got up to carry the bags inside.

"We don't have enough space just sit on Anson's lap." Your mom tells you while getting in. You are about to refuse when your mom slammed the car door in your face. You walk over to the back side of the car and open the door seeing Anson on his phone watching tiktoks with his hair covering his facial features.

You stood there contemplating your choices before getting snapped out of your thoughts, turning your head at the cold but firm hand on your waist, pulling you inside. As soon as you were sat on Anson's lap facing the front, he closed the door, manspreading under you.

Few minutes into the drive you started to relax a bit, but you were very uncomfortable, so you started shuffling around to find a comfortable position to sit in for the next hour. The same firm hands were placed on your hips as you heard a groan from Anson.

"I need you to stop moving."

He whispered in your ear before thowing his head back, his adam's apple moving as he gulped.