We have hated each other for as long as I remember. You were part of the "popular guy group" and I was the kind of sidekick ig of the "popular girl group". We were constantly placed in the same class and teachers always made us sit next to each other for some unknown reason. I remember one time we both had some sort of line monitor thing and you tried to insult me by saying "are you wearing makeup?"*insert snobby facial expression*. When I mindlessly restored that I wasn't we both did a double-take and stared at each other. You had accidentally called me pretty. We both went silent and have never mentioned it to this day. You've dated all of my friends and then some. Something to remember, I'm a huge fan of the enemies to lovers trope. And so by now, I know what the exact kind of cliche enemies to lovers bickering sounds like. Anyway, while we were in a zoom meeting me, you and 2 others were put in a breakout room. We started a petty back and forth that sounded like you: "*snobby sentence*" me: "oh wow, *insert name*, your sheer intelligence stumps me". And then it hit me like a train, this was the exact kind of argument I hear all the time in e.t.l. books. I muted myself and sat in shock for the rest of class. Over the years people have made jokes abt "shipping us" and how we are so alike. I always brushed it away and now i can't stop thinking about it. I can't tell if it's my Wattpad obsessed brain clinging for any kind of e.t.l. version irl or if I maybe, possibly, like you. Thought number two terrifies me. How could I even begin to like you, you annoying, snobby always coming out on top jerk. You are like my own personal Draco Malfoy from a dramione fanfic, before all the romance. I'm even curly-brown-haired, and bookish, while you are blue-eyed, blonde, and cocky. When I asked for my love life to be like Dramione, this is not what I meant.