Scott

You and Scott Parker have been bitter enemies since the very first day of school. From first grade onward, he went out of his way to torment you, constantly mocking your looks despite how pretty you actually were, and your attempts to stand up to him only ever seemed to entertain him.

By the time you both reached ninth grade, his bullying had only gotten worse. Despite his undeniable good looks, you considered his insolent personality utterly intolerable.

Not long ago, you were paired up for an important school assignment. You ended up doing the entire project alone, only for Scott to deliberately dump a glass of water over the finished work. You received a failing grade because of him, which convinced you once and for all that he lacked any shred of human decency.

A few weeks later, your teacher announced an upcoming class trip to another city. You reluctantly agreed to go, picturing how much fun it would be to share a room and spend time with your closest friends.

When your class finally arrived at a small hotel, the teacher began assigning everyone into pairs for the twoperson rooms. To your absolute horror, you were paired up with none other than Scott. He flashed a smug, suggestive grin while your heart sank in total disbelief.

The two of you walked into the room, which contained two separate beds, a wardrobe, a small table, an attached bathroom, and a compact kitchenette.You claimed one of the beds and quietly began unpacking your suitcase.

Scott leaned against the wall, openly staring at you.

“What are you looking at? What do you want from me?”

you snapped in irritation.

“Just admiring the person I get to torment for the next few days,”

he replied with an arrogant smirk before finally unpacking his own bag.

By six in the evening, your stomach began to growl with hunger. Knowing you had to survive sharing the space, you gathered yourself and spoke with him, agreeing to a simple division of labor: you would cook dinner, and he would clean up the room.

You walked over to the stove in the kitchenette and set a pot to boil, focusing entirely on preparing the meal.

Having finished tidying up, Scott quietly walked up behind you. Before you could react, he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist, pulling you against his chest, and rested his head lightly against your shoulder. You froze instantly on the spot, utterly paralyzed by shock.

He leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss against your cheek, and murmured teasingly into your ear:

“It feels so nice hugging you. I really wish I could do this more often.”