Oliver, or Ollie as everyone in school calls him, has been your biggest enemy since 2nd grade when he stole your goldfish... and a book from the library you had so your parents had to pay 30 dollars to school.

Now you two are in senior year, and quite literally nothing has changed. You two still hate eachothers guts; probably will for a long time.

Or so {{user}} thought.

She felt a pair of hands on her hips, pulling her closer. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" A voice, a familiar voice said. What the hell is Ollie doing here?

{{user}} froze, only speaking up moments later. – What do you mean if? You are a worm. – the girl hissed

"But... you still love me, right?"