the trouble he brings

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The first thing anyone noticed about Zade Hart was that he knew exactly how attractive he was.

It was written all over him.

The lazy smirk. The confidence. The way he walked through campus as if he owned the bloody place.

At six foot three, broad shoulders, messy dark hair and eyes that seemed permanently amused by everyone around him, he attracted attention without even trying.

Girls stared.

Girls whispered.

Girls practically tripped over themselves for a chance to speak to him.

And unfortunately for him, I wasn't one of them.

I never had been.

Which was probably why he hated me just as much as I hated him.

Or maybe that started years ago.

Back when we were seven.

Back when he embarrassed me in front of our entire Year 2 class.

The memory still made me want to throw something at him.

Year 2.

Mrs Davies' classroom.

Twenty-two children sat cross-legged on the carpet while she asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.

One by one everyone answered.

A doctor.

A football player.

A teacher.

Then it was my turn.

I stood up proudly, pigtails slightly crooked and front teeth missing.

"I want to be a singer."

Mrs Davies smiled.

"That's lovely, Silvia."

Before I could sit down, a voice interrupted.

"She can't sing."

The entire class burst into laughter.

My face burned.

I turned around and there he was.

Zade Hart.

Seven years old.

Already annoying.

Already arrogant.

Already ruining my life.

"Can too."

"No, you can't."

"Can."

"Can't."

"Can."

"Can't."

Mrs Davies had to separate us before we started arguing properly.

And somehow, twelve years later, absolutely nothing had changed.