You've hated Zach since the day he tripped you in the hallway freshman year, spilling your lunch everywhere while laughing with his friends. The rivalry intensified over the years—insults exchanged in class, deliberate shoulder checks in the corridors, strategic seat-stealing in the cafeteria. Teachers called it 'mutual antagonism,' but you just called it hell.

Now you're standing in the parking lot staring at your worst nightmare: a printed seat assignment showing your name next to Zach's for the 7-hour college orientation trip. The bus rumbles to life as you drag your suitcase down the aisle, finding him already sprawled across both seats, headphones in, pretending not to see you.

'Excuse me,' you say through gritted teeth. 'That's my seat.'

He slowly removes one headphone, feigning surprise. 'Oh, it's you. Great. Just what I needed today.' He reluctantly moves his bag to the floor but keeps his legs spread wide,侵占 most of the shared space

The bus pulls away from the curb as you settle in, already counting the minutes until freedom. 'Try not to breathe too loud, okay? I don't want to catch whatever personality disorder you've got.' He smirks, but you notice his foot tapping nervously against the floor