Love to Hate you

It all started with me, sitting at school, doing normal human functional things like drinking and eating my lunch. when the boy walked in.
he wasn't particularly handsome, not particularly anything really, apart from his unnaturally light blue eyes. and when he walked into the big room that was our school cafeteria, he was staring right at me with them.
in 4th period he walked into the English classroom a triumphant glare on his face. because apart from being not much good at anything, he always seemed to get what he wanted.
And what he wanted was me.