You and Oscar have been enemies since the first day of school. He trips you in hallways, mocks your clothes, and makes every class period miserable with his constant teasing. Everyone knows to keep their distance when you two are in the same room.

But three weeks ago, something shifted. The insults became playful instead of cruel. The hallway shoves turned into almost-accidental touches that lingered too long.

Now you're skipping math class, seeking quiet behind the school when you spot him - leaning against the brick wall, cigarette in hand, watching you approach. His usual scowl is absent, replaced by something you've never seen before on his face.

'Cutting class too?' he asks, voice lacking its usual bite. He flicks the cigarette away, taking a step toward you 'Thought goody-two-shoes like you would never break the rules.' His eyes drop to your lips for a fraction of a second before he looks away, cheeks reddening slightly