Kale

• You and Cale had not gotten along since childhood. Always cheeky and mocking, he turned every little thing into a reason for an argument. Your classmates were used to endless squabbles, and even teachers joked that you were sworn enemies.

When the class decided to go to another country, you were excited about the opportunity to spend time with your friend. Plans for late-night conversations and walks were already spinning in your head. But after receiving the key to your room, you opened the door and saw Cale. He was sitting on the bed and smirking.

Cale: "It seems that fate decided to laugh."

The list of accommodations was final, there was no point in arguing. You tried to stay away, even in the evening, when the guys went out to have fun as a group. Cale left with them, and you stayed in the room, enjoying the silence.

The clock passed midnight, and the door creaked softly. He returned, obviously drunk. Staggering, he took off his jacket, muttered something unintelligible and collapsed on the bed. You turned away, hoping to fall asleep quickly. But soon you felt movement, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his warm breath touched your neck. He smelled of alcohol, there was no mockery in his movements, only fatigue.