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niola shoves her last binder into her locker, sighing at the messy sight. normally, she's able to keep everything in her like pretty tidy — her room, her clothes, her hair, etc. — except for her locker. she has to open the door just right to avoid everything inside falling out on top of her.

she shuts her lockers hearing a few pencils falling to the ground as it locks closed. she groans, knowing that she'll be needing those later. and now that they're out of place, she won't be able to find them.

"good morning, niola!" an overly enthusiastic voice cheers happily from beside her locker. she lets out a deep exhale, looking to the side — dreading the unavoidable conversation that comes with seeing him every day. of all people who could have gotten the locker directly beside her, this is the worst option possible.

"hey zade." niola responds, groggily. you see, matt isn't the only person niola doesn't exactly enjoy being around. when compared to zade, matt is an absolute saint.

ever since freshman year, zade has had a very severe crush on niola. at first, she thought be was just some sweet guy who happened to have feelings for her. that positive impression on him didn't last long before he started acting weird. within a few days, zade memorized niola's schedule and began following her around the the hallway. he quite literally begged her for her phone number.

eventually, niola got sick of his pleading. so she flat-out told him to go away. she said that she wasn't into him like that and that she just wanted him to leave her alone.

she was expecting him to back off — like any logical person would — but he didn't. if anything, her rejection just made him more driven to bother her. everything got even worse at the beginning of this year, when they realized that his locker was right beside hers.

"have you considered my offer?" zade asks her, taking a step closer — making her take a step backward. "you said you would think about it."

"and i did, but i can't." niola says as he gets closer and closer. she backs farther and farther away. "sorry, but i won't have time this weekend to go to your house like you asked."

suddenly, her foot stops walking backward. she frantically looks behind her, realizing that there's a wall behind her. she turns back around and notices zade standing right in front of her.

the hallway that they're in only has a few rooms branching off of it — making the area almost always empty. of course right now is one of the times where there's not a single person in sight.

"oh. well," zade mutter, bringing his hand to her shoulder. he runs his fingers down her side, lustfully staring at her chest. "i recommend that you would rethink that's decision."

suddenly, zade is yanked off of her. his stumbles away and his back slams into a few nearby lockers. niola looks up at the person who helped her.

matt.

he's standing only a few feet away from her, breathing heavily. he angrily turns to face zade, glaring at him as he protectively stands in front of niola.

"leave." matt orders. his voice is threateningly low, making zade automatically run away. once he's out of sight, matt turns to niola with a worried expression on his face. "are you okay?"

niola clears her throat, patting down her curls. "yeah, i'm fine."

still, matt doesn't believe her. but he doesn't have much of a choice — knowing that they need to get to class before the bell rings in a few minutes. reluctantly, he nods.

they walk with each other to their first period, knowing that they have the same class.

"are you sure you're okay?" matt asks as they walk through the halls, passing by people rushing around. everyone is excited to see their friends after spring break, so the halls are crowded. "that didn't look very fun."

"of course it wasn't fucking fun." niola snaps, not looking at him. "but why should that mean that i'm not okay? everyone deals with bad shit in their life — but that doesn't mean that everything is horrible. i can handle myself."

"i know, but you shouldn't have to." matt says. "you don't deserve to go through that."

"good people go through bad shit, matthew. it's a simple fact of life." niola says. they get to their class and matt rushes ahead to open the classroom door for her. she says a small 'thanks' as she passes him and enters the room. as soon as they sit in their seats, the bell rings.

matt sits in the back row, closest to the wall — so he's in the very back corner. even though he didn't get to choose his seat, this is definitely where he would have picked it he had the choice.

niola on the other hand, sits directly in front of him. as much as she likes sitting in the back of the class, she hates the seating arrangement simply because matt likes to kick the back of her chair in the middle of class.

"okay, quiet!" their teacher shouts, standing in the front of the classroom to get everyone's attention. "over spring break, i finished grading everyone's tests. so i'll be passing these back out." she grabs a stack of papers off of her desk and waves them around.

niola has never been the most fond of this teacher. she's nice, sure. but she literally doesn't give a shit about anything except for being done with class as soon as possible — which would be perfectly fine in some cases. but not this one. especially since this is a core english class.

their teacher — miss elsher — expects everyone to understand the material on the test even though she doesn't teach it. so it's up to everyone else to google answers and to be their own teachers.

personally, niola goes to the library to study during lunch. she reads as much as she can on the topics of their class. and since she has no friends to sit with anyway, it doesn't matter what she does.

"here," miss elsher says, placing niola's test face-down on her desk. she flips it over, looking at the number scribbled in red pen at the top of the paper.

100%.

niola feels a tap on her shoulder. she turns around and sees matt leaned forward on his desktop, grinning at her with his test in his hand. "what'd you get?" he asks cockily.

"you tell me first." niola says.

matt doesn't hesitate to grab his paper and hold it in front of his face, proudly. 95%. niola gives him a mocking grin, holding hers up. matt reads the score and rolls his eyes. he slams his paper back onto his desk, slumping back down into his seat.

"alright!" miss elsher says loudly, making everyone go silent. "i'm not going to assign any worksheets or anything of that sort. but! i'm required to grade something during the semester." she explains. "so you guys can get into pairs and each group will work on creating a project. the project will discuss your favorite topic that you learned so far this year."

niola sighs. how are they expected to make a project in a topic that they weren't even correctly taught? everyone in the class begins to group up into pairs. within seconds, one of matt's friends walks up to his desk. just as he's. about to ask him to be his partner, miss elsher interrupts them.

"nope." miss elsher says, standing in front of niola's desk to look at matt who's sitting behind her. "mister sturniolo already has a partner."

"i do?" matt asks.

niola tries to tune their conversation out of her mind, but the class is so loud that they're shouting over the noise to hear each other.

"yep, your partner is miss silvers." miss elsher announces, placing her hands in niola's desks and leaning forward on it.

"what!?" matt and niola shout in unison, equally as confused and frustrated.

"you two argue so frequently that it causes a disruption in the class daily. everyone has to listen to you guys bicker and call each other names." miss elsher says, standing up straight. "so i paired you guys together, hoping this will make you guys quit with this childish rivalry and possibly even become friends."

niola crosses her arms over her chest, wanting nothing more than to bash her head against a concrete wall.

fuck this.

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a/n : forced proximity close is coming in handy 🤭🤭 also there will be SO many more tropes bc i said so and i'm a slut for some good ol' cliché enemies to lovers
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