Jack and Jill (enemies to lovers)

Chapter 4 Fifth grade

Jacks pov
It all started back in fifth grade. Elk Brooke Middle school. Jillian just loved under my skin. I remember the first day of school like it was yesterday.

I sat directly behind Jillian Ravenswood, who always seemed to have perfect posture and a neat row of pencils lined up on her desk.

She was the teacher's favorite, always knew the right answers, and it drove me crazy. I was bored out of my mind and couldn't resist causing a little trouble.

As Mr. Thompson droned on about multiplication tables, I took one of the small pink erasers from my desk and tossed it at Jillian's back. It hit her square between the shoulders, and she spun around glaring at me with those piercing green eyes.

"Stop it, Jack" she hissed okay so maybe I was the annoying one.
I just grinned. "Make me."
She turned back to the front, but I wasn't done yet.
Throughout the lesson, I kept poking her in the back with my pencil, just enough to be annoying. Each time she turned around, her face got redder with anger. By the end of the day, she looked ready to explode.
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Jillian's Pov
Fifth grade was when Jack Miller first became the bane of my existence. I had looked forward to school, eager to learn and be the best in my class.
But Jack had other plans. He sat behind me, constantly throwing erasers at my back and poking me with his pencil.
I tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. Every time I felt the sharp jab of his pencil my frustration grew. Who fricken does that?
Finally, I had enough. If Jack wanted a war, I was ready to give him one.
During recess, I took out my collection of Rainbowloom of elastics.
I had perfected slingshotting them with my fingers, and I knew just how to hit my target.
The next time Jack started poking me with his pencil, I quietly stretched an elastic between my fingers and aimed it directly at his forehead.
Snap! The elastic hit him, and he yelped, rubbing the spot where it stung. He turned around, eyes wide with surprise.
"What was that for?" he demanded.
"For being a jerk," I replied, not bothering to hide my satisfaction. The poking of pencils got worse that week But it was worth it he cried what a baby.
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Jack's Pov
I couldn't believe it when Jillian shot that elastic at me No one had ever stood up to me like that. But I wasn't going to let her win that easily. The rest of fifth grade became a series of pranks and taunts.
One day, I slipped a rubber snake into her desk. She screamed so loud the entire class jumped, and Mrs. Thompson gave me detention for a week.
Another time, she swapped my lunch with a mystery concoction that made me gag. It was a war, plain and simple.
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Jillian's Pov
Fifth grade was a battlefield. After the elastic incident, Jack and I spent the rest of the year trying to one up each other. His rubber snake prank made me scream, but I got him back by switching his lunch with a mix of mystery ingredients from the classroom and the playground which involved rocks mud glue paper (I had fun ok?) The look on his face when he took a bite of his sandwich was hilarious.
Even then, I knew we were evenly matched. K mostly everyone knows
he's the instigator NOT ME.
Every time he tried to get under my skin, I found a way to retaliate. It was exhausting, but neither of us was willing to back down.

Jack's Pov
Looking back, I guess fifth grade was when our rivalry really started. We were both too stubborn to admit defeat now it sounds like a movie or something. moved away in grade seven and moved back this year so I guess that was a little break not gonna lie school was boring without her.
I think it only got worse as we got older. Now in grade 10 the rivalry is back on.
(Finally some real competition)

Jillian's Pov
Fifth grade set the stage for everything that came after. Jackson was relentless, but so was I. We pushed each other to be better, even when he moved away he fricken mailed me a box full of my Barbie's (naked) with there heads ripped off coloured all over and hair chopped off. I had wondered where those had gone to. (That was mean of him. Yes i cried don't Judge me.) I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE HIM FOR THAT.
I mailed him back a letter of disgusting insults because it was the best I could do.
As I think back on those days, I can't help but smile. Even then, I knew Jack Miller would be a part of my life , whether I liked it or not.

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