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michaels pov
"and michael you will be working with jeremy." the teacher announced the pairs for a project. shit. jeremy. i thought.

jeremy heere, one of the most popular kids in school and my enemy. he bullies me constantly, nothing physical, just verbally. he's started doing it less and less but we still glare at each other from across the hallways and stuff like that.

he walks over to my desk and sits down next to me. "hey..." he says bitterly. a few moments of silence pass by, besides the chatter of other students. "ok listen, it's obvious we don't want to work together, so let's just get this over with, deal?" i ask.

"deal." he responds.

~time squip to after school~

me and jeremy decided to walk together to discuss the project. we're going to my house.

"so, the project is we have to make a presentation about the other person. easy enough." jeremy said. i nod, refusing to look in his eyes. this does not mean we're friends, we just have a project to work on.

i enter my house with jeremy right behind me. my moms are home and come up to us. probably because i don't have any friends and i came home with someone.

"oh, michael, who's this?" my nanay asks. (nanay is filipino for mom.)

"moms, this is jeremy. we got paired for a school project." i respond, weakly gesturing to jeremy.

"i'm so glad michael has a friend, he's been so lonely all these years." mom says, talking to jeremy.

"mom......" i grumble.

"we are not friends." me and jeremy say simultaneously.

my moms give each other a knowing look, shrugged, and walked off to the living room.

i lead jeremy to my room and he sits on my bed. i sit at my desk. "ok, let's just do this, get a good grade and move on with our lives." jeremy mumbles. i nod my head in agreement.

hé shares a google slide with me and we start working.

"ok, favorite season?" i ask.

"fall, duh. spooky season is best." jeremy answered. i type it up. "what about you?"

"oh uh, same" i respond quickly.

we keep working like that writing down what we already know about each other (which isn't very much) and asking questions.

"favorite video game?" jeremy reads the question from the paper.

"apocalypse of the damned!" we both shout.

silence as we stare at each other in disbelief, have his eyes always looked so clear, and it is just me or are his freckles adorable..... wait no. stop it.

i shake my head and continue working.

soon we finish and he goes home.

~next day~

after we turned in our presentation, the bell rang and it was lunch.

as usual, i sat alone on the floor, my back against the wall. i've become accustomed to the loner life, it's not so bad once you've been living it for 12 years.

as i continue to eat, while listening to my music, i see someone approach me. i pause my music, and look up to see none other then jeremy heere. my enemy?