you and chris have hated each other since the first day you guys have met, in 6th grade. you tried to be nice to chris, but he just hated you for no reason, no matter how kind you were to him. you thought it was strange how he was always rude to you, and he's never rude to any other people who are nice to him. but you just had to get used to it, because there's no way he'd change, you thought.
it's the first day of senior year and everyone is being shown to where their lockers are. you walk up to yours, and you realize chris's locker is on the left to yours. he notices that you're next to him, and you glance at him, noticing the obvious hateful glare on his face. but was it really hatred?
"just great." he mutters to himself, rolling his eyes as he slams his locker shut.
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