HER POV

You’re dreading history class because e/n will be there.

After he practically yelled at you at the library a few days ago.

You haven’t been the same.

You’ve never seen him like that.

Ever since that stupid road trip, everything has utterly fallen apart and you don’t understand it.

But he actually called you annoying, and he said to leave him alone.

Your eyes burn with that memory. It stabs like a knife to your heart.

Well, if that’s what he wants, then that’s what he’ll get.

You hold back a sniffle as you walk into class.

As you glance up, you notice e/n staring at you and he smiles softly.

You steel your eyes and look away from him.

HIS POV

That’s it.

She hates me.

I’m an idiot. Look it up in the dictionary and there’s my name and face.

I can’t believe I yelled at her the other day.

It wasn’t a proud moment for me.

I swear it on my grandmother’s grave.

And now I don’t know how to get myself out of this.

I don’t know what to do.

But I want to make it up to her if she’ll only let me.

And then the teacher says loudly, “Y/n and e/n, you’ll work together on this project.”

I jerk my head up at him. Is he for real?

Then I stare at her.

She lifts her chin and ignores me.

But I notice the pretty pink splashed across her cheeks and neck.

I’m completely f*cked.