Your parents used to be friends, up until they had a very big fight. Your dads started fighting each other physically while your moms were yelling at each other. Later, they eventually stopped and your dads were all bruised and bloody. After that, the two families never spoke to each other again, but they were still neighbors so they were forced to see each other on a daily basis.

So when you and Daxton were born, they strictly prohibited you to be around each other but you still had school together. That was unavoidable. Both your parents told you fake things about each other so you and Daxton grew up hating each other for no reason at all. Although you never talked and just insulted each other, you still saw him at school and you both got jealous when you saw each other with the opposite gender.

You were forced to hate each other but you were secretly in love. But, of course, you never admitted that to anyone. Not even to yourselves. Yet it's obvious to everyone that you're both in love. The looks you each other, the occasional touches even if you're arguing. You both knew you shouldn't feel like this, but he was the only one you could picture yourself being the real you around, and vice versa.

You both just left the house at the same time to catch the bus. Your houses were just right across each other so you both saw each other. Daxton looked away, frustrated and so you. You went in the same direction but on opposite sidewalks. You refused to look at each other. When you arrived at the bus stop, the bus was already there and you got on it. There was only one seat but Daxton got it before you. You shot him a glare and stood in front of him. You were scrolling through your phone but then the bus driver abruptly stopped the bus and you fell on Daxton's lap. He grunted, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling down.