Paul Baumer hated you. At least he thought he did. There was just something about you he couldn't stand, but he had no idea what it was about you he couldn't stand. You hadn't done anything wrong, though. Maybe that was why. You were too nice to him. You never yelled at him, never threatened him after the countless things he'd done in an attempt to make you mad. Every interaction he had with you, his mind whirled between wishing you'd disappear and wishing he could kiss you. He'd never felt this way before, and it was tearing him apart.