Enemy

Your family’s are close. And you actually wouldn’t mind it, if it wasn’t for h/n. He’s your enemy, your walking headache, the boy whos sole purpose is driving you to the brink. He’s rude, self centered, and too cocky for his own good. And worst of all, he smokes. And you hate it. You’re at his house again, for some kind of family thing. You’re having a good time till your mom tells you go up stairs with him and socialize. You reluctantly made your way up the stairs, as you walk into his room without knocking, (like always) he’s by the window. Smoking. Again. You speak up, calling him gross, he just sarcastically says that he “missed you too” like he was expecting you or something. “You’re going to die by 30.” You say as you walk in, and close the door behind you. He gets up and wal