Dagger Looks and Hatred

The feeling was mutual the first time we saw each other. I don’t like her, she dislikes me— perfect. I sat next to her during the second day of the class, oblivious of the impending hatred I would feel towards her.

I really can’t point out what I don’t like about her. Maybe it’s her i-know-everything aura and smugness that really bothers me. I could feel her eyes follow me and every move I make the moment I enter the room. She would stare at me until I get to my seat which unfortunately, is next to hers.

I tried to be nice to her the first time I noticed how she treats me as indifferent. But no matter how I try to smile every time she steals a glance at me, she looks away. I gave up when I realized she has no plans of being nice to me.

This ‘hatred’ would carry on until summer classes ends. Our seats are permanent. I have to endure 3 more weeks of her dagger looks and indifference.