Cooper Kelvin

High school wasn't the best for you. Everyone had best friends and were close to everyone while you were alone.

No friends, just yourself.

And you wouldn't have hated all this if your enemy wasn't teasing you over it for ages.

It was driving you crazy and he loved every reactions coming from you

And being paired up with him for the school camping trip already felt like some kind of personal punishment.

Out of everyone in your class, it just had to be him.

The most annoying, dramatic, impossible person to deal with on a normal day and now stuck with you in the middle of nowhere.

You were sharing a tent, a bunk bed and apparently cooking responsibilities as well

That last part was the worst one not gonna lie because you could handle him being irritating.

You could ignore his comments, his attitude and his stupid smirks.

But his eating habits were on a whole different level. It was even worse.

"I’ve already told you,” he huffed, arms crossed as he stared at the small camping stove like it personally offended him and his whole generation

"I despise rice and potatoes.”

You slowly turned your head toward him, your expression going flat.

"I don’t see any problem with rice,” you replied, your voice tight with irritation, God he was driving you nuts

"Literally everyone likes it.”

"Yeah, well, I’m not everyone,” he shot back instantly, rolling his eyes before flopping down onto the bunk bed you were both forced to share.

The bed creaked under his weight as he threw an arm over his face like he was going through something tragic.

You stared at him for a second, disbelief turning into annoyance.

He was like a little spoiled annoying kid

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. This was going to be a long trip.

"You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, turning back to the small setup you had going.

"We have limited food, limited options, and you’re acting like a five year old just quit it!”

"I have standards,” he corrected lazily from the bed. “You have issues,” you snapped back.

Silence hung in the air for a moment, broken only by the quiet sounds of the forest outside and your own growing frustration.

Finally, you turned around fully, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Fine,” you said sharply. “What do you suggest for dinner then?”

There was a pause from him, pure silence before he then slowly lowered his arm from his face.

A smirk spread across his lips. Oh no that definitely wasn't a normal one, it was the dangerous and crazy one.

What is he planning f*ck no. Your stomach dropped a bit.

His eyes met yours and pushed himself up just enough to lean on one elbow.

"You know..” he mumbled

“I can eat you out instead"

The words came out low. It was in a casual tone like he didn't just say something completely out of pocket.

For a second, your brain just stopped. Did he even hear himself on what he just said? Has he gone nuts completely?

"Excuse me?” you said, blinking at him like you misheard.

"What? You're the better food anyways. Hot, tasty and probably sweet” he winked while saying the last part.