Her pov.

No one should get on my damn nerves that much, literally no one. But that kid, he fucking pisses me off, like? He flirts with me in a stupid way, in a way that he thinks I’ll be head over heels for him like the other hoes he have around him.

Luckily, that ain’t me. I either highly ignore him, or highly ignore him—no in between. But he’s infuriating, he’s so hot. To the point that it pisses me off because sometimes I feel like I’m into him and stuff. Which is something I don’t like. At all.

His pov.

I like her—not to sound crazy ofcourse? But I’m into her. Never knew I’d fall for someone as nerdy as her. But she’s so infuriatingly beautiful, it’s maddening. She’s not head over heels for me. She’s not swept on me, she actually hates me, can’t stand me or something and I don’t mind it, at all.

I love when she sits in that particular spot, in that place where she sits under the tree, the sun glows on her face very beautifully. I sneakily lean against one of the trees and just watch her—just like now.

Her glasses sit right perfect on her face, it looks good on her, like? It doesn’t make her look nerdy—it makes her look hot. And when she’s focusing she bites her lips, her hair messy. Falls all the way to her back, lower back actually. So I just watch her from a distance.