Dima

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She was that "perfect" daughter her parents proudly boasted about to their friends. An excellent student, a gold medalist, a music school student, a volunteer... Throughout her entire life, not a single complaint was filed against her.

He was her complete opposite—the same guy mothers used to scare their children with: "If you don't study hard, you'll end up like him." The whole town knew he'd been raised on the streets. He never saw his father, his mother was always away working, and eventually disappeared from his life altogether. He learned to survive on the streets long before he learned to write correctly.

And for some reason, it was her that he hated more than anyone else in this city.

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"Are you deliberately looking at me like I'm trash?" he asked one day, pressing the heavy university door right in front of her nose.

She didn't even flinch. She just looked him straight in the eyes and replied coldly:

• Because you act like it.

He smiled slowly and predatorily:

• That's why I can't stand you.

• What a coincidence.

She tried to take a step and pass, but he didn’t even move, blocking the passage.

• Move away.

• Say please.

• You won't get it.

• Well, then stay here.

Instead of saying anything extra, she silently and forcefully stepped on his sneaker with her sharp heel.

"Oh, you're crazy!" he winced.

“It’s your own fault,” she snapped and walked on proudly, without even turning around.

He stood at the door, looked after her and with a crooked grin quietly whispered:

• Bitch...

I don't know