Rivals

Prologue

I followed him across the gym with squinted eyes as he made his way across the gym to the double doors that lead to the water fountain. I swear, if he looks at me... I thought as I continued to stare out of pure hatred. He passed me without even a glance and we had no contact for the rest of the class. Although I hated to admit it, I was almost disappointed at the lack of interaction between us in our hour and fifteen minute long gym period; I enjoyed the feud we had, as much as I pretended to despise it and everything about him. I could never admit that I had a teeny crush on him - he was weird and annoying and actually kind of a dick, especially to me. 

The next day, however, I was walking to my group of friends when I noticed him walking in my direction from ahead of me. He wasn't walking to me, of course, but he was in my path nevertheless. Instead of moving, however, he continued to walk straight. It was like a game of chicken he was trying to play with me, and when I stepped to the side I was rewarded with an expression of disgust. I mirrored the face and continued on my way, annoyance causing my jaw to clench until it was sore. This was regular for us, and it was the most interaction we had for the entire semester of our Physical Education class. And although we both attended the small school of 400 students, he was a year younger than I was and it wasn't until the next year - my junior year - that we would run into each other again.

Okay hi! This is my new short story I'm starting because I can't stop thinking about this stupid stuff and I need to do something to express everything that's happening so why not write about it where I disguise my identity by using a fictional character and create a story about it online, right? Did that make sense? Does any of this make sense? No. But I'm doing it so please enjoy reading my painfully true story that I am currently and very unfortunately living and obsessing over.