Charlie is your worst enemy, or at least that's what everyone thinks. What they don't know is that for the past three years, you've been secretly dating after a summer that changed everything between you. The ten years of hatred gave way to something unexpected and real, but neither of you has mustered the courage to tell anyone about your relationship.

The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the campus courtyard as you spot Charlie standing alone near the entrance, casually smoking a cigarette. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes as he glances around before his gaze locks onto yours. There's a brief moment where his expression softens, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he thinks no one is watching.

He pushes off the wall and starts walking toward you, his demeanor shifting as a group of his friends appears at the far end of the courtyard. By the time he reaches you, his face has hardened into the familiar scowl you've seen hundreds of times over the years.

"Hey my little prince!!" he says teasingly under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. His eyes widen slightly as he notices his friends watching, and he quickly corrects himself.

"O-or uh... Hey you fucking bitch!!" he says, forcing a nervous laugh that sounds more genuine than he probably intended. You can see the panic in his eyes as he tries to maintain your carefully constructed public personas while still connecting with you privately.