I've always hated her.

She's always hated me.

We've never been friends, just the best of enemies...

I've hated Rachel Dawson since I was seven years old. My next door neighbor and number one sworn enemy, she's the reason why almost all of our childhood fights ended with me setting something of hers on fire. (Or, vice versa.)

She snitched on me when I broke curfew.

I snitched on her when she lied about having a boyfriend.

We went back and forth like this throughout high school, both vowing to never talk to each other again when we went off to college. But that was until she showed up at my apartment during my senior year and asked me for a temporary place to stay.

Until living with her day after day became unbearable, and one passionate argument changed everything. Well, almost everything.

I've always hated her.

She's always hated me.

I'm not sure what the hell is happening, and I can't tell if we're still "enemies"...