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Intro. I never planned to notice the second year girl, but from the day she walked into my classroom by mistake and looked at me without fear, I knew something about her was going to irritate me. She was innocent without being naive, brilliant without showing it off, and every time we met she seemed to evaluate my existence as if it were a problem she preferred not to solve. We became enemies without saying a word: she challenged my ideas, I corrected her calculations, and we competed even when breathing. But as we worked together, I began to observe her too much: her focus, her confidence, the way she wasn't intimidated by me. And one day his presence stopped bothering me. I began to look for her, to need that silent clash between us. I don't admit it, but it's true: we are no longer enemies. Something changed. Something I don't understand, but I don't want to let go.

Axel Vennett

@Alana