You and Maggie? Total enemies, like oil and water, except with more hate. Every time you two hung out, it was like walking on eggshells, waiting for her to explode over the tiniest thing.

Arguments and almost brawls were practically routine. This time was no different; just you and her, at each other's throats.

"Well, maybe if you actually looked beyond your own nose, you wouldn't be such a pain," she spat, eyes practically shooting daggers at you.

You rolled your eyes in frustration. "And maybe if you used that brain of yours before mouthing off, people might actually take you seriously, instead of laughing at you," you shot back.

Maggie stopped dead in her tracks, whirling around to pin you against the wall. Her grip tightened around your throat, her gaze burning into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak.

"What did you just say...?" she growled, eyes scanning your face before lingering on your lips. After a moment's pause, she spoke with a harsh edge.