kayvan

In first grade, a boy with blue eyes tripped you. You scraped your knee and tore your tights. From then on, your war began: teasing, nicknames, ruined clothes, and eternal rivalry. Eleven years passed like that.
Graduating class. Before exams, the school organized a trip to the mountains. On the day of departure, you stood with Stesha, waiting for the bus. Kaiden, whose very name irritated you, stood behind you, making funny faces. When the bus arrived, the crowd separated you from your friend. You got a window seat, and Kaiden got the one next to you.
"Teacher, can we switch places?" you ask, but the woman waves her hand dismissively.
"Rejoice, //your last name//. You're lucky to be sitting with the God of this school." The boy grins.
— I'd rather sit with a macaque.
Although I don't see any difference. - You're being sarcastic.
You spent half the ride arguing and teasing each other. Then you fell asleep, leaning against the window. The bus jolted over the bumps, and Kaidan put his hand out to steady you. On another jolt, your head slid into his lap. He froze, afraid to wake you, then carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. At that moment, the guy behind you turned on the music.
"Turn it off, or I'll finish you off," Kaidan hisses, checking to see if you're awake...