[ WP ] I feel like there is a lack of love on this subreddit . Write a Love Story !

[ AN: oops. it's a `` skinny love'' love story, in the sense that neither admits to loving the other. do n't read if you want resolution. Also, the ending is AMBIGUOUS. ] 
 
 Whenever she saw him smile, her blood charged with fascination. He had a wily smile and sharp irises that imprinted on his target. Whenever he talked, his words were acute and sly, always filled with reason. 
 
 She loved to mess with him, especially during class, when his ego colored his insight and she could push him down a few pegs with keenly phrased sarcasm. He hated her. She hated him. 
 
 Yet, she loved him. She daydreamed about what they could be. She imagined watching the stars on the roof of a car. They'd start out with clever hits at each other and end in each other's arms, pressing their lips together in their bubble of the universe. 
 
 He was an asshole, a dickbagel, and a doucheface. He was everything she hated in the world. 
 
 He hated her just as much. She was annoying, a pain in the ass, and too damn hyperactive. 
 
 He cut her off, he mocked her, he laughed at her, he called her obnoxious -- but under it all, he was just as captivated by her. She was the only girl who did n't fall to his feet. She was the only girl who could match, if not overpower him, with intelligence. She was observant. She was idealistic. 
 
 He pushed her down. He convinced himself he was n't attached to her at all. He did n't give a damn about her. He did n't give a damn about her. 
 
 He never realized the volume of his attachment to her until the next year. They only saw each other in passing glances in the halls. He found a girl and attempted a relationship. She became more and more private. She tried to forget he ever existed. He forced her out of his head. 
 
 One moved on. 
 
 The other never will.
