Hate Looks Good on You. Benny R.

They've hated each other since before they could spell the word.
Same town. Same street. Same school.
From the sandbox till now , they've been locked in an endless game of insults, eye rolls, and who-can-be-louder.

But then, when they were ten-just for a second-everything shifted.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't talked about.
One summer night, too much quiet, too many stars, and suddenly... they almost kissed.
Not because they liked each other.
Not because the rivalry was gone.
But because, in that moment, something between them cracked open.

And then it was over.

They never spoke about it.
They went back to the way things were.
Sharp words. Cold shoulders. Loud silences.

Now they're 15. Older. Bolder.
And somehow, that one second they never talk about?
It's louder than ever.

He looks at her like he wants to win and ruin her in the same breath.
She talks to him like she hates him-but she never looks away.
It's still a war. It's still personal.
But every fight feels like it's covering up something they're too afraid to say out loud.

Because that almost-kiss may be five years old...
But the tension?

It never left.

And the next time their guard slips, someone might actually cross the line.