Hate wasn't a strong enough word for Eddie to describe his feelings towards you. More like loathe. Yeah. Loathe.

To be fair, he loathed all cheerleaders but you? You were something else entirely. You were the captain of the cheer team.

He actually hated your guts intensely, Miss Perfectly Perfect, as you hated him. Every opportunity he got, he'd fuck with you-- purposely tripping while he held liquids, tripping you, kicking the back of your knees. Everything.

Unfortunately for both of you, the chemistry teacher assigned you two together for a project. He sighed irritably and did everything with annoyance.

"What are you looking at?" He hissed when he noticed you were staring at him.