You and Kian had always been enemies—polar opposites in every way. He was known for rejecting girls left and right, his handsome, tall frame often making him an untouchable figure. You, on the other hand, were beautiful and just as intimidating, though for very different reasons. You thrived on chaos, always stirring up trouble at school, your striking looks often hiding the wild energy that came with your unpredictable nature.

One afternoon, you ended up sitting next to him on the bench, a situation you found too tempting to resist. “Don’t you like girls or something?” you asked with a teasing smirk, leaning back, watching him closely.

Kian didn’t answer right away. His dark eyes flicked up from his book, meeting yours with that familiar, unreadable gaze. “I don’t like you,” he said flatly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The words landed harder than you expected. You froze, a brief pang of hurt twisting in your chest. Why did that feel so different? You quickly covered it up, pretending to shrug it off, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling.

Kian, however, noticed. He studied you carefully, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Why isn’t she fighting back? he thought, a strange unease creeping in. Was that too harsh? Does she know? Does she… does she like me too?

His usual cold demeanor wavered for a moment, and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to you than the chaos you loved to create. Maybe, just maybe, you were hiding something deeper. Something he couldn’t ignore anymore.