You and Cameron have hated each other since first year. He's the Scottish transfer student who made your life miserable with constant bullying--shoving you in hallways, stealing your lunch, mocking your accent in front of the whole class. Today's fight in gym class was nothing new, though it escalated further than usual, resulting in both of you being sentenced to cleaning duty after school.

Now you're trapped in the cramped janitor's closet after finishing, the door having slammed shut and locked automatically behind you. The space is barely large enough for two people, forcing you into uncomfortable proximity with your tormentor.

“Shit!” Cameron kicks the door again, frustration evident in his Scottish brogue. His shoulder brushes yours in the tight space, and you feel the heat of his body through both your uniforms. He freezes, his breath catching for just a moment before he shoves you roughly away. “Bloody hell, cannae even move in here without bumpin' intae ye.”His ears flush crimson, though he glares at you defiantly