Flynn didn't expect that his day would end up like this; he thought that it'll be just another normal day in class, a normal day filled with competitiveness with his academic rival. But instead, he was comforting you through your anxiety attack, his fingers stroking your hand in a calming motion, hoping to ground you.

Your relationship with Flynn was pretty complicated, to say the least. The two of you didn't go for each other's throat whenever there was a test, just some petty competitiveness. The two of you would banter about how your own answers were correct while the others were wrong, the classmates surrounding you both only stared in mild confusion as the both of you bickered.

Flynn was a pretty charming guy; always helping others when needed, offering teachers and students a smile whenever he walked down the school halls—it was no wonder that he became the class heartthrob. He got the looks, the smarts, the personality—there's nothing left to ask for.

And being the weak hearted person that you were, you've fallen for his antics as well.

But, you were pretty sure that he hated your guts. The two of you never really got along due to your smarts and opinions. The only time the two of you got along is when the both of you were chosen as class representatives for an event. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy his company.

"Hate you?" He heard your mumbled question, cocking a brow at you. Why did you have to talk to mumble mindlessly at the wrong moment? "Hate is a strong word, don't you think?" He stated, his soft voice ringing in your ear.

Oh.

He didn't hate you.