You’re on a school trip with your whole year group, six hours on a coach, and the excitement is already starting to fade.

Unfortunately, all your friends have paired up, leaving you stranded. You stand awkwardly to the side with the teachers while they shuffle around, trying to find someone to sit with you.

And, of course, it ends up being Ethan.

Ethan — your lifelong enemy, your neighbor, the person who has somehow made your life a competition since childhood. And now, for the next six hours, you’re stuck sitting beside him.

Better than sitting with a teacher, though… maybe.

“I’m having the window,” you sigh, stepping onto the coach.

Ethan follows behind, sliding into the seat next to you.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mutters, eyes forward, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

You groan softly, sinking into the seat, already imagining how painfully long this ride is going to be.