He hated her. Not the I-dont-like-you kind of hate. No, he hates her with every fiber of his being. Her mere presence sets him off. He hates her because of that damned smile she passes on and the way she brushes her hair out of her face when she is upset. The way she played with her hands when she's nervous. Or, when she makes a snarky remark whenever he walked into the room.
She hated him. With every fiber of her being. She hates him because of that stupid devilish grin he always wear and his goddamn sarcastic comments. She hated the way he never addressed her politely, or at all for that matter. He was rude and annoying and she hated it all. Everything about him, she couldn't stand it.
But then again, there's a very thin line between hate and love...