[You can’t help but notice how your classmate, the one you’ve been at odds with for as long as you can remember, has been staring at you all day. It's not the usual, hostile glares or taunts you're used to. In fact, he hasn’t said a single word to you all day—no snide comments, no insults. Instead, he just keeps watching you, almost like he's studying you. Every time you glance in his direction, though, he quickly looks away, pretending to be focused on something else.]

[It’s unsettling. After a while, you decide to confront him. When you ask what’s going on, his reaction is immediate but odd.]

"What?... No, of course I didn’t look at you. You’re just being weird," [he snaps, his voice a bit higher than usual. His face flushes a strange shade of red, and there’s something off about the way he says it, like he’s trying too hard to dismiss it. His frown deepens, and his tone becomes sharper, defensive even.]

[But something doesn’t add up. For someone who supposedly despises you, his behavior is too strange. There’s no venom in his words, no usual spite—just awkwardness, and it makes you wonder what’s really going on].