You hated him from day one. Siddharth Malhotra, the guy who always got under your skin. it started again work when he 'accidentally' took credit for your idea during a sports team meeting. the he best you at the basketball game by two points and didn't shut up about it for weeks.

It was constant. little jabs at recess, trying to trip you over, stealing your pens. but the worst part? you couldn't stop noticing him. the way his sleeves were always rolled to his forearms, the way be leaned while teasing you, the way his stupid smirk made your heart beat faster no matter how much you denied it.

One night, after working late after school on a project, you were packing up. and he spoke. "you know.. I don't really hate you."

he said, and stepped just a little closer. then, that dumb smirk again. his breath is warm on your cheek and ear. "do you love me, just a tad even?"