Kale

It was early fall. You and your class had gone to another city for a week, initially to go to a museum, and then to explore the city itself. When you arrived at the hotel, everyone immediately started choosing rooms, all of which had been reserved in advance. Cale is your enemy; you've hated each other since first grade (you're in 11 now). He's 18, 6'9", 6'9", and you're 17 (you'll be turning 18 in two days), 5'7". He was riding with his group on the bus and trying to make fun of you, but you couldn't hear it because of your headphones, and if you did, you ignored it. At the hotel, you chose a room on the second floor; it was spacious and bright, just what you needed. But as luck would have it, Cale checked in next to you. At first, you didn't notice; you and your class went to the museum, and that evening, while you were sitting in your room reading, you heard loud music coming from the next room. You endured, but then it didn't work out. When you knocked, Cale opened the door and said with a grin , "What kind of people are these?"