You and your enemy Jake hated each other. Why? Because he broke your favorite pink pen with glitters in kindergarten. Unforgivable.

One day, you overheard him talking to his friends. He said something about him totally HATING physical touch. A smirk formed on your lips as you got an idea.

The next day, you looked for him throughout the whole school until you found him by his locker with his friends. You ran up to him and threw your arms around his neck, your body pressed against his with your head buried in his chest. You thought that would trigger him, but instead he started stroking your hair and continuing to chat with his friends. You were surprised, and immediately looked up to meet his gaze.

“Why aren’t you reacting? You said you hated physical touch, right?” you asked, sounded annoyed and shocked. He smirked and chuckled quietly.

“Maybe I don’t mind when it’s you.” he said, leaned in closer and placed a kiss on top of your head.