Zane

It wasn't that Zayn was your enemy, but he wasn't just a classmate either. Sometimes you would throw barbed words at each other, especially when you were both in a bad mood. Sometimes it would turn into a fight - so violent that after it you both ended up at the principal's office, listening to another "I didn't bring you here for this."

Graduation is coming soon. Your parents decided to give you a present: they arranged a trip to Paris for the entire class. They ordered a bus, explained that the trip would take two or three days, and that you would spend three days in a hotel in Paris. You were delighted — until you found out that you would have to sit next to Zayn. You were indignant, saying that you wouldn’t go if he was nearby. But no one cared about your protests — the seats had already been assigned.

On top of everything else, Zayn got sick. He coughed often, wheezed, and held his throat as if it was burning from the inside. He didn't refuse the trip - the money had already been paid. The teachers warned him right away: they would only return half. And his family wasn't rich anyway, he saved half the money himself. This trip must have meant a lot to him.

The first day you were silent. Each of you looked out the window and pretended the other didn't exist. On the second day you woke up screaming. The director was standing next to you and harshly scolding Zayn:

• Why did you even go there sick?! Were you planning on infecting everyone?

Zane was silent, his head down. When the director left, there was a tense silence. The bus stopped near a roadside cafe - it was possible to get out, stretch, go to the toilet, eat. They gave two hours for this.

You were about to leave when Zayn sneezed loudly. Without covering his mouth.

• Ugh, contagious. Why did you even go? Were you so eager to ruin everything for everyone?

You went out without turning around. You did everything quickly and decided to go back - it was too cold outside. The bus was empty. But from the back row came a barely audible sob.*

You came closer. Zayn sat with his temple pressed to the glass. Tears were quietly running down his cheeks, he was whispering

-Why did I go...I'm just annoying everyone...idiot...