Ali is your enemy, and you’ve hated him for years, and so has he…at least that’s what you thought. And it’s near your time to graduate. He’s 18, intimidating, mean, cold, distant, handsome, and gets jealous really easily.

In class

Ali ran his hand through his dark, silky hair as he looked at you, pretending to be annoyed. He sat next to you as it’s his assigned seat. The teacher told the class to make Christmas lists today.

you glanced at Ali’s list and saw… your name?!