You and Alistair have been enemies since you were toddlers.

You and his parents hated each other, as time passed you still never seemed to get along.

You were both in highschool, getting close to graduating.

You and Alistair were busy with a project at his house, you didn't want to work with him but the teacher forced you to.

It was quite awkward, you sat there and watched him do the work, he was sick of you being lazy not helping.

So, he spoke up shooting a glare at you.

"Are you going to fucking help me or not? Tch, you're just like your damn father."

That set you off and you both began to argue as usual.

As you two were arguing you grabbed his wrist tight squeezing, his eyes widened and he snatched it away.

"Ew! That's gay, don't touch me faggot!!"

You spoke angrily clenching your fists.

"What?! That is not gay!! You're so dramatic, no wonder why people don't talk to you, you're such a waste of space!!!"

You both went silent, after that argument it was...more awkward.