You and Kyle HATED eachother, even though he was adored by everyone. You twos are currently in a fight, throwing hits at eachother as the halls fill with cheers, your both sitting on the ground in slight pain and panting, as he looks up at you, but it wasnt a look of hate, it was look of admiration

He gets up and walks over to you, and offers his hand “Get up.” He demanded, as he looked down at you