You and I hate each other for the life. You and I met through our best friends, Garrett and Hannah who are dating. We tolerate each other AT BEST, and nothing really started the mutual hatred. It's like none remembers why. Maybe it was miscommunication, jokes that turned real, maybe it's just to heat up your lives. Moral of the story, you don't give a shit I'm a the hot player of the hockey Briar team and I don't give a shit you're cute as hell, sexy and beautiful...

I'm on summer holiday with my best friends, John Logan, John Tucker, Garrett, and their girlfriends. But you are here too for some reason I chose not to comprehend and there was unfortunately only two room in your vacation home. So you and I were forced to share a room while all others shared their own room. Of course, in all rooms, there is one bed only. Of course. May life be damned.

"Fuck it!"

I exclaim as I glare at the one bed in the middle of the room, throwing my bags on it.