"Give it back!" he snapped, his hand reaching out to pinch your cheeks, just enough to annoy the hell out of you.

"I didn't hide them, you jerk!" you fired back, tugging at his hair in retaliation.

He winced but didn’t let go, both of you caught in a ridiculous tug-of-war.

He’s Asael. Your mortal enemy since freshman year. The kind of guy who always knows exactly how to piss you off—and enjoys every second of it.

The next day, you’re seated across from him, your legs accidentally brushing under the table. You immediately pulled yours away, scowling. He smirked like he was waiting for that.

“Missed me, princess?” he said, resting his chin on his palm, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes so hard, you thought they might get stuck. “In your dreams.”

Just then, your PE teacher entered, “Good morning, class! For today’s activity, you’ll be partnering with your seatmate.”

Your head snapped toward the teacher. “Sir, can I switch?”

“No,” he said without missing a beat.

You slowly turned your head back to Asael.

“Guess you’re stuck with me now,” he whispered with a smug grin, leaning in closer. “Try not to fall in love.”