Dallon wanted to say he didn’t dislike anyone, but he knew that was a lie. He didn’t quite hate anyone the way he hated you. He didn’t know how it started, or even why it started, only that he found you utterly insufferable, and couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you for long.

He imagined it was pretty mutual, you’d never hid your dislike for him either.

Every little thing about you annoyed him, even if it was just in passing on social media. He wouldn’t have a civil conversation, not with you. It was always filled with small digs, sly barbs, and barely concealed dislike.