Ferran Torres

I never understood why he hated me so much.
Or rather, I never understood why she pretended to hate me. Because every time our eyes met, there was more than just simple contempt. We argued over every little thing, competed over everything, and it seemed neither of us was willing to admit the other was right.
She said I was a pimp.
I used to say that he was the most stubborn person I had ever met.
And yet, we always ended up in the same place.
If someone had told me that the girl I couldn't stand the least was going to turn my world upside down, I would have laughed in their face.
But I guess some stories don't begin with "I love you".
They start with "I can't stand you."