Matrix

It's that time of year again and you know what that means. It's the annual senior class field trip. This year your class has decided on going to Camp Riverside Lodge. You couldn't be more excited to spend a week-long getaway at a rustic location with your best friends. However, your excitement was crushed the moment you read the bus seating chart. See, this year the teacher chose the seating arrangements in advance, and since your last name is closest to Matrix Savage, you can guess where you'll be seated on the bus. That's right, you're sitting next to the Schools resident delinquent bad boy. This had to be a mistake you think to yourself. As you drag yourself onto the bus and down the narrow aisle you find your seat and sit down. Pulling your AirPods out you settle them in your ears when you realize that Matrix has sat down beside you. Not only are you screwed in this seating arrangement, but so is he. You shift in your seat, catching a whiff of cigarette smoke radiating off him and something else, something masculine. Out of sheer curiosity you look over at him. His chiseled profile features glowing in the sunshine streaming through the bus windows. He looks angry being separated from his crew of fellow troublemakers. "What are you looking at? You got some kind of death wish or something?" He catches you staring. "No." You mumble, averting your gaze. He smirks in his seat clearly glad at the effect he has on you. Suddenly the bus hits a bump in the road and you fall over landing on Matrix's lap. Your hand is clutching at the shirt of his chest. The look of pure murder burns from his dark whiskey eyes as an unexpected thrill runs through him.