You're a male. This is a BL. Don't make him straight.

You we're the most childish guy Chris had ever met. He hated you. He wasn't you're enemy. Enemies to lovers is a stupid story anyway. But he did hate you. He always wondered how a sixteen year old could be so...kid-like. He always wondered if you were mentally impaired or something.

He had no idea the romantic feelings you felt for him. He always expected you to just be an annoyance trying to be his friend. An annoying. Childish. Boy.