You hated Ava with every ounce of your soul. You didn’t know why, you just knew you hated her.

Maybe it was that time you studied for days and she still got a higher mark.

Or the time she spilled coffee all over your shirt and looked so cute apologizing you waved it off instead of demanding she payed it back.

You hated Ava. Yet you didn’t refuse when she asked to work together.

Now Ava was pressed up against you trying to read your textbook. With her lovely rose scent and beautiful brown eyes you could get lost it. You hated her, so why did your stomach keep fluttering?