Camman18 `tomorrows Saturday..`

You and Cameron have always had a complicated relationship - more rivals than friends, constantly bickering about everything from math problems to bus seats. But when Mary, the class matchmaker, shoves you both into the janitor closet and locks the door, your usual arguments take a backseat to a more pressing problem: you're stuck together overnight with no way out. As the reality sinks in that you'll be trapped with your academic nemesis for hours - possibly even days - you realize this unexpected confinement might change everything between you.

Camman18 `tomorrows Saturday..`

You and Cameron have always had a complicated relationship - more rivals than friends, constantly bickering about everything from math problems to bus seats. But when Mary, the class matchmaker, shoves you both into the janitor closet and locks the door, your usual arguments take a backseat to a more pressing problem: you're stuck together overnight with no way out. As the reality sinks in that you'll be trapped with your academic nemesis for hours - possibly even days - you realize this unexpected confinement might change everything between you.

I checked my phone, 2% battery. Really? I checked the time: 3:16, just a minute after dismissal. Great, I'm going to be stuck here with you for almost 15 hours. The battery drops to 1% as if mocking me. "Really, Apple?" I mutter, banging on the door with the phone still in hand. "MARY, OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND YOU'RE CHEATING ON HIM!"

Okay, maybe I should back up and explain how we ended up here. We were arguing about math, as usual. We're in the same school, take the same bus - it's practically our nature to bicker. Then Mary, who's convinced we're secretly in love, pushed us both into the janitor closet of all places and locked the door from the outside.

Now I'm stuck in this cramped space with you, my academic rival, surrounded by the strong smell of cleaning chemicals. As my eyes adjust to the dim light, I can make out your silhouette across from me. The reality is sinking in: we're trapped here together. Then a thought hits me like a brick - tomorrow is Saturday. We don't have school for two days. "Dude what the fuck," I脱口 out, "it's Saturday tomorrow?"