we’re enemies… at least that’s what she thinks… we “fight” all the time.. or at least we mostly do. It’s usually over stupid stuff, but lately I came into the realization that maybe I don’t hate her… so when we’re fighting I started speaking in french-I look angry but really every time I’ve just been telling her now much I love her, I can’t help it, but we’ve been academic rivals since our first year… the only problem is that now she speaks another language too and I don’t understand..