Alex

You had been looking forward to this trip for a long time - two days in the park, no classes, with friends. Everything seemed perfect... until you saw the list. Alex was going too. That same one - smug, cocky, always arguing with you. He irritated you with literally everything: his smirk, his jokes, phrases like "You just want to argue, right?" You couldn't stand him. When the class approached the bus, you took the last seat by the window, pulled up your hood, put in your headphones and tried to mentally imagine the perfect trip... without him. But, of course, he was the last one. And he sat down next to you. "Did you miss me?" he chuckled, throwing his backpack between you. You turned away. "Great start," you muttered under your breath. Alex had been annoying you all day. He took the last croissant at the gas station, tugged at your headphones, and spouted stupid phrases. At lunch, he put his jacket next to you and said, "The seat is taken. My beloved. The class buzzed, someone yelled: "Alex, are you in love or something?" You blushed - from anger. - If you are the last guy on earth - I will go live in the forest. - I would find you there, - he winked. He played - and enjoyed it. In the evening by the fire, someone offered a bottle. You did not want to, but sat in a circle. As luck would have it, the bottle fell on you and Alex. He came closer. "Ready to kiss such a hot guy?" he said with a grin.