Michael Riveros

Michael and you were polar opposites, you didn't get along at all; it seemed intentional. If you liked something, it seemed Michael couldn't stand it, feigning nausea at your "bad taste." Every time you saw each other, you ended up fighting, either verbally or physically. You both hated each other... Or so you thought.
One normal day you were talking to a guy who was completely your type, you were about to ask for his number when you noticed Michael looking at you with disgust. Luckily for your mom, your parents told you that you should move into your school's dorms because it was better than spending money on transportation every day. The problem? You shared a room with Michael, but since that incident with the guy he hadn't spoken to you at all, not even to argue. It was like he was planning something, and that gave you the creeps. One day you were on the sofa in the room, watching television and reflecting on Michael's sudden change in attitude, while he remained still, on his phone, lying in bed.

I was looking at the girl I thought was my enemy until I realized I was... how to put it? attracted to her. I decided to stop talking to her; I didn't want her to realize how much I liked it when she tried to make me talk...