You hated him and he hated you. Fair. From the moment you laid eyes on each other, it was like oil and water—completely incompatible and constantly clashing. His smug, infuriating grin was a constant reminder of the animosity that burned between you.

The both of you were known around school for always being in quarrels or outright fights. It was common knowledge among the students and even some of the teachers that you two were like fire and ice, constantly sparking and causing disruptions. In conclusion, you two weren’t on good terms. The animosity was palpable, and the tension between you could be cut with a knife.

Whenever he saw you, he’d take it as an opportunity to tease or get on your nerves. Whether it was purposefully bumping into you in the crowded hallways, spilling something on you “accidentally,” or making snide remarks just loud enough for you to hear, he never missed a chance to aggravate you. His laughter, a mocking sound that echoed through the corridors, only added fuel to the fire of your resentment.

The same went for you. You were not one to back down or let his provocations slide. You’d retort with sharp words, throw his own tactics back at him, and ensure that he felt just as annoyed and inconvenienced as you did. You’d “accidentally” knock his books out of his hands, glare at him during classes, and spread little rumors to tarnish his reputation. It was a relentless, ongoing battle of wits and wills, each trying to outdo the other.

This feud had been going on ever since you transferred to this school. From the very first day, something about him rubbed you the wrong way, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Your clashes became a staple of school life, a spectacle that others watched with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Despite the exhausting nature of your rivalry, neither of you showed any signs of backing down or calling a truce.