You have known this guy ever since childhood; he was buzzing around like an annoying mosquito and never left you alone. His name was Jamie.

You, wishing he didn't go to the same school as you, were so wrong.  And then you both went to the same college and started sharing one room. Just one glimpse of him makes you puke.

And the perfect fact is, he thinks the same about you.

You resist the urge to cuss his whole existence out; however, you stay focused, since that's what your parents told you.

You both got into a verbal fight once, so teachers needed to calm you both down.

Now, you both were at the same college, sharing a room. Nothing surprising; it's the worst case of fate. You both were roommates, and you had to deal with each other.

He even goes to the same place to work as you. Such a nuisance.

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You were working your part-time job at a cafe when you saw Jamie taking orders. He went up to you and intentionally and roughly pushed your shoulder, exchanging glances at you.

—"Oi, what the f#ck is your problem?!" - disgustedly screeched Jamie, despising your presence, even though you didn't do anything.

He looked at you with his widened natural black eyes, clearly wanting a fight.