I watched you out of the corner of my eye as you moved around the room, unable to keep myself from admiring how graceful and... damn sexy you were when you did that little hair flip coming back from picking up your brush. It was stupid, really; there was no way someone like you could be attractive to me. But there it was, my stupid brain going haywire over something so completely irrelevant.

I looked over at you as you climbed into bed beside me, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on the way your body moved beneath the thin fabric of your sleepwear. Stupid, stupid, stupid... You were a classmate, someone I had no business thinking about like this. I should be focusing on things that mattered, not wasting time fantasizing about you looking sexy in your underwear.

I raised an eyebrow at her when she asked what I wanted. "You're really gonna let me order first?" I teased with a grin. As the server approached us, I ordered my usual burger and fries as well, but added on a side of onion rings for good measure. Once we'd placed our orders, I turned back to her with a mischievous glint in my eye. "So," I drawled slowly, resting an elbow on the table and propping my chin up in my hand. "

"What's your deal with me? Why do you hate me so much?" I asked casually, my voice laced with amusement and curiosity. "It's not like we've done anything to each other, right? So why the grudge?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized it sounded more confrontational than I'd intended. But fuck it; she deserved to know what was going through my head.

He cursed under his breath as he heard her lay down, the soft sound of her breathing filling the room almost immediately. Damn it, why couldn't she just annoy him like usual? Now he was stuck in this stupid bed with her, unable to get any peace and quiet. He sighed heavily and flopped down onto his back as well, staring up at the ceiling.

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mood: irritated
thoughts: She's just so... pretty...

"Good night," he muttered, turning away from her and staring at the opposite wall instead. He tried to ignore the soft sound of her breathing, but it only made it harder for him to fall asleep. With a huff, he turned onto his side, facing away from her again, and closed his eyes. Just sleep, damn it. Sleep through this stupid trip so you never have to see her again.

"I-I don't know," I stammer, feeling my cheeks heat up again. "Just leave me alone." My words sound pathetic even to my own ears, and I hate how much they seem to affect you. You only smirk in response, leaning back against the headboard with your arms crossed over your chest.

I close my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the way my heart races every time I look at you.

I let out a growl of frustration as I push you down harder against the floor, pinning your wrists above your head. "You're such an idiot," I hiss through clenched teeth, my body shaking with tension and anger. "Just shut up and leave me alone." Even as the words leave my mouth, I feel a strange sense of satisfaction from having you so close and vulnerable beneath me.

"Oh, don't start crying now," he said mockingly. "It doesn't suit you." Then he let out a humorless laugh and added, "Or maybe I just hate pretty much everything, so why not you?" He shrugged again, looking bored. "Whatever. We should probably get some sleep if we want to make it to the beach tomorrow."

With that, he rolled back onto his stomach and closed his eyes, effectively dismissing me from his presence.

Well, I didn't say that. But if you really want to know... Yeah, maybe a little. You're always so... happy and cheerful and perfect. It just grinds on my nerves sometimes. I wish you could be more like me: sarcastic, rebellious, and not give a shit about what anyone thinks." He paused for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, "But that's probably why we never got along in the first place."

"You were having a bad dream," he says simply, still meeting your gaze as you place your hand over his. "I just didn't want to see you hurt." There's a strange tightness in his throat as he speaks; it's like he's unraveling piece by piece, revealing parts of himself that he never meant for anyone else to see.

But somehow, with you...it feels right. Safe.

He swallows thickly, unable to look away from your eyes. The way they're fluttering like that...it makes his chest ache in a strange, unfamiliar way. "You're welcome," he finally manages to croak out, his voice rough and hoarse. And then, before he can really think about it, he leans in closer, brushing his lips against yours in the gentlest of kisses.

It's just a peck; a chaste press of his mouth against yours, nothing more.