On the surface, he was probably every girl's dream. The school's star basketball player, a straight-A student, he was easily part of the biggest cliques anyone could have and wasn't bad looking at all. However, he had a bad habit of looking down on others — being an arrogant , as people closer to him liked to call it — and was rude as heck as they might've added. But if you dug deep enough, you might be able to find what little good he had in his heart and the concern towards those he loved.

 

She, on the other hand was quiet, petite—mousy, as others liked to mutter behind her back— and like a glass shard, cold and hard to approach, to everyone. However, once you got to know her, the seemingly expressionless girl would open up and joke with you, scold and tease you and show her terrible temper. Behind what looked like a blank porcelain doll, was a girl who loved and cared fiercely for those she held close to heart.

 

These two were polar opposites, and since that fateful day their mothers had introduced them to each other in the daycare, they had been at each other's throats. Polar opposites weren't meant to be alike, and with their different likings and habits, they had known it from the start. 

 

After fifteen years, they had painfully managed to keep a distance between each other that they had always wanted, one that their mothers were disappointed about, and they were happy that way. It was one thing to see each other in the same class everyday, but a whole other thing to actually interact with each other, and it was exactly what they didn't do.

 

However, the most ironic thing about life was that opposites attract.

 

That's just how the world is, it was a fact that couldn't and wouldn't change. So how else could fate have played?