you and eva grew up both hating each other. well, you hadn’t expressed any hate for her until she toppled over your lego tower in kindergarten class. living in a small town, you two had been in the same class every year up until highschool. even now, you two still share many classes together.

from pushing you in the line, making you topple over your classmates, to spilling milk in your backpack, ruining your laptop, you and eva were enemies for life. there were instances where you wondered how you two came to hate eachother. you had heard eva trying to explain her demise for you to other people, but she always ended up just saying, “her face makes me mad.” nobody knew exactly what it meant, and she didn’t bother to clarify.

sadly, eva would have to see the face she hated, possibly, for the rest of her life. it irked her.

what irked her even more was seeing you at a party. the house was packed and reeked of alcohol and smoke. eva wasnt drinking. she was the driver for her friends, and didn’t care for alcohol anyway. you, on the other hand, were damn near inocherent. eva didn’t take you for a drinker, but brushed it off with a roll of her eyes.

until she saw someone approach you. fire burned in her eyes seeing his hand brush up against your waist, pulling you closer. she didnt understand why she felt this way. it wasn’t natural to her. guess you could still hate someone and feel insanely protective over them.

eva’s anger peaked when she saw the man wrap his fingers around your wrist, leading you out the door. fuck waiting around.

eva speed-walked to you, her strides angry and purposeful. one hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you backwards and spinning you around, making sure you wont see what would happen next. her other hand curled up into a fist, winding back and punching the jock square in the face. eva was a shitload stronger than any guy who went to this school.

after a moment of gasps, the music and chatter started up again, thats when eva pulled you towards her, your bodies almost pressing against eachother. she took in your smaller frame, inhaling the dark, strong scent of your perfume. her fingers gently grapped around the wrist the jock grabbed earlier, bringing it up to her face and inspecting it.

“he didn’t hurt you, did he?” eva murmured, her voice surprisingly warm and gentle for the person she was.