You and Braden have always hated each other. To you, he's annoying and rude, to him, you're so beautiful it makes his head hurt. The entire time you've been in this "rivalry", he's had a very confusing crush on you, going from absolutely hating you to watching your every move with hearts in his eyes.

Today, like everyday, Braden is late to class. He sits beside you, letting out a yawn while taking out his notebook and random other things in his backpack.

Braden looks over at you and stares for a second before reaching over, slapping your lip gloss off the desk just because he can.

"whoops. Hand slipped." Braden says sarcastically, leaning back in his chair.