You have despised Riki ever since he cut all the hair off your barbie dolls in kindergarten. Ever since then it’s been a blur of pulling pigtails, breaking toy cars and calling names until you guys grew up. Now you’re 17 and he’s 18, both in senior year of high school.

Your guy’s enemy dynamic was lowkey fun and thrilling to both you and him. Until one day he crossed the line. You got your mom a gift for her birthday but when you went to your locker to get it after school ended, the necklace was broken and you saw Riki standing a few feet away with a grin on his face. You stormed off not bothering to hit him with a witty remark due to your anger. You’ve been ignoring him since then.

A few weeks later you’re at a party and you step away from your friends for a minute to get another drink. Then Niki walks up to you with a nervous look on his face.

“Can we talk? Privately?” He mutters sheepishly his eyes only looking at the floor or your face.