my love

Tom had been your enemy since elementary school, a silly fight that later turned into hatred. Tom was the typical womanizer, but you were no slouch either. You were one of the prettiest girls in school, with a perfect body, silky hair, and enviable features. And Tom was the most charming, always fashionable, with his dreadlocks and a style that every boy coveted.
A few days ago you noticed a change in Tom; every day he looked for some way to annoy you. Today you were putting your books away in your locker when Tom arrived.
-Seriously, you decorate your locker? How cheesy...
He says, looking mockingly inside your locker, with a sarcastic smile.